
Happy as a Lark
Time of no consequence on this summer afternoon. Reclining comfortably on the cool grass, my back against the shady oak. Around me gossamer wings of dragonflies work overtime returning my incredulous stare.
Birdsong fills the air as buttercups wave in the breeze. My mind wanders wherever it wishes and I remember childhood family walks through these fields. Being the youngest I’d sit atop my father’s shoulders. My siblings carrying the makings of a picnic our mother would set on a tartan blanket. After, we would play hide and seek and make daisy chains to wear. Happy as larks we would run until exhausted and collapse in a heap under a tree.
Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings. Unrecognizable at first but then as I stir it becomes clearer. The beautiful sound of a summer lark completing my reverie.
Copyright © 2022 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Lisa is hosting Prosery Monday at D'Verse Poets tonight. The line we are to use in our piece of Flash Fiction or Non Fiction is by Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr., from The Chambered Nautilus "Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings" Prosery is exactly 144 words excluding the title. It cannot be poetry.
This is lovely Christine. Memories are precious. 🙂
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Thank you Rob. Indeed they are. ☺️
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Beautiful prosery!
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Thank you so much Carol ☺️💕
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Such a beautiful trip back to childhood days, and a wonderful weaving of the prompt into the story!
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Im so happy you enjoyed it Dwight ☺️ Thank you!
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You are welcome!
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OMG. This is gorgeous.
Thanks for dropping by to read mine.
Much💖love
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Thanks Gillena. ☺️💕 Always a pleasure to read your lovely words!
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You took me to a beautiful place, Christine, and the song of the lark calling was a delight. Their song is so pretty!
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Thank you Lisa. I think I am in a reflective time of life. There were many ups and downs in my childhood but there were magic moments too ☺️💕
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❤ I hear you…
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Felt like I was there with you. Thanks, Christine
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Thanks Ron. Much appreciated ☺️💕
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A wonderful vision of a innocent time in life.
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Thanks David ☺️💕
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It’s a beautiful post/ poem Christine. Nostalgic
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Thanks Sadje. Im happy you liked it ☺️💕
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You’re welcome my friend
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💕🌺
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What a wonderful memory, Christine!
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Oh Kim! How lovely to her from you! Thank you! I hope all is well with you. Its been a long time ☺️💕🌺
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Thank you, Christine. I’m only taking small steps back as I have a few visits planned in the next few weeks. But I will be hosting again from October. ❤
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Dreamy, lyrical and so very beautiful. The prose carries you away with its words. Fantastic writing!
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Thank you Nitin. I am happy you enjoyed it ☺️💕
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how lovely! I savored every word! ❤
~David
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Thank you David ☺️💕
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This such a joy to read Christine.
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Oh so kind … thank you Paul ☺️🌺
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Beautiful. Such a tiny bird with so beautiful a song.
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Thank you Di. Yes such a sweet little thing ☺️
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The image you paint with words is as lovely as a Monet watercolor ………….
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Oh thank you so much Helen ☺️💕
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I’d love to hear a skylark again. They belong to childhood memories for me too.
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Thanks Jane. Yes happy memories ☺️
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What a beautiful, nostalgic flash fiction. And that skylark…. awwwww. ^_^
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Thank you so much Joyce ☺️💕
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You’re welcome, my friend!!!
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So lovely…you really took me back with the mention of daisy chains 🙂
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Yes we always made them as children didn’t we. Do you know your comments are coming up anonymous each time? I’m not sure who I’m speaking with!☺️💕
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i loved every moment of it, well done. Very chilled and smooth. I felt like i was sliding while reading😂😂 it felt so good. Thank you
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Thank you so much Jeanette ☺️💕
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