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Summer Child – A Haibun

I was born right around the summer solstice.  I truly am a summer child and come to life each year when the days are longer and filled with sunshine.   Overcast days leave me moody and sometimes give me a headache.  As I was born and raised in London there were many rainy, grey days which only made us appreciate the sunshine all the more.  Even my favorite Shakespeare play is A Midsummer Night’s Dream!

Now, later in life, I live in Florida where it is sunny every day and the weather is never cold.  Yes, it rains, but it is warm rain that you can walk in and we always have an abundance of pretty clouds.  You could say I am in my element and I am where I was meant to be.

A child of summer
Where sunshine lifted spirits
Shadows drained her heart
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Frank Tassone is hosting Haibun Monday at D'Verse Poets tonight
and has prompted us to write a Haibun about the Summer Solstice.

Image by Sarah Richter from Pixabay 

Unhealed Wounds

Unhealed Wounds

She saw herself 
again as a child
and wept
the same tears
The horror
of that day 
Carved in the mind
Deep, open wounds
that will never heal
Still Haunting 
Residing within her 
like a parasite
Eating away at her core
Her so called surprise gift
was that of domestic
sexual abuse
from someone trusted
A father figure
A family member
A manipulator
A maniac
A thief
who stole her life
Robbed her of dignity 
Demanding her silence
Here at this very place

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sadje’s What do you See photo challenge
Word  Prompts
Domestic - RDP
Maniac - FOWC 
A word beginning with CH - Stream of Consciousness Saturday



As the sun casts its long shadows
and the eventual darkness threatens
I wipe the tear from your face
and hold you close to me
Taking on your pain so you,
my child, suffer no more
Your wellbeing my utmost concern
Protecting you from the bad dreams
that will surely come this night
Yes, the demons are always there
Unseen, invisible to the eye
Lurking in the hidden crevices
of your young mind
Thriving on your fear
But tonight they will not reach you
It is fortuitous that I am here
with you and I fear nothing
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts

Wellbeing - WotD
Fortuitous - RDP
Shadow - FOWC

Wherever You Will Go

Wherever You Will Go

My child
from long before I saw you
I loved you
we were contiguous
attached biologically
and therefore emotionally
We will always be connected
No matter where
on this earth we will be
I will feel your joy
and also, your pain
Your blood coursing in my veins
The one thing in my life
of which I am proud
giving life to you
So you could
spread your wings
and do amazing things
When I am gone
Who will light your shadows?
If I could, then I would
I’ll go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low
I’ll go wherever you will go
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

Image by Gisela Merkuur from Pixabay

Gospel Isosceles is hosting D'Verse Poetics and has asked us
to share a song that has brought us to tears, and write a poem
about it. I have chosen a song called "Wherever You Will Go" by The Calling. It reminds me of my son when he was a teenager and how, as a parent, I wanted to protect him, always. I cry whenever I hear it. In the last stanza of my poem I have used some words from the song.
Below is the video. I hope you enjoy it.


A Poem for a Child

A Poem for a Child

If the moon did ever
fall from the sky
or the sun remained
hidden from view
I would still love you
as sure as your eyes are blue

If the stars
disappeared one night
never to return
Or the oceans dried up
I would still love you
my little buttercup

If the trees caught fire
or the flowers dropped
all their petals and lay
dying in the dirt
I would still love you
More than ice cream dessert

If the birds
ever stopped flying
and the animals
one day began to sing
I would still love you
More than anything

If the sand
suddenly melted
Or the rain 
fell sideways one day

I would still love you
Come what may

If I battled an army
for your sheer delight
Or stopped a bullet
at the speed of light
I would still love you
You are my one delight

If I fought a tiger
Or stepped in front of a train
It would be for you
My precious child
I will love you forever
I am completely beguiled


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Fall from the Sky




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A fearless warrior
Alone in her plight
Fighting for their existence
No one to help her and the child
Determined to go the distance

She walked through fire
but was not burnt by it
She circled her wagons
With her never ending fury
She slayed the dragons

She would fight tigers
For she was a mother
Crossing her you cannot afford
For the life of her daughter
She would fall on her sword

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge Week #48

Using the line She walked through fire but was not burnt by it

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Eight – Poem of the Month – August 2018


When I was eight
Things were not so great
Life gave me such a kick
I grew up pretty quick
A child expecting a present
Instead was delivered unpleasant
My parents started fighting
Just the beginning of writing
That was clearly on the wall
Witnessing the nightly brawl
My father was an unhappy man
My mother trying the best she can
The combination explosive
Their relationship corrosive
Living life under cumulus clouds
Feeling like the dead covered in shrouds
I learned to fake
Even though my heart would ache
Every ounce of pain
They delivered without refrain
Hurting each other mercilessly
Only to be regretted remorsefully
Suffering the pain as a mortal
Damage to the psyche immortal
Communication with each other
Was really like no other
I was the chosen intermediary
Carrying their messages diligently
The peacekeeper of the house
Keeping family secrets quiet as a mouse
Too clever for my young age
I became the family sage
Learning the art of improvise
Trying to get parents to compromise
It was a huge burden to carry
Acting as their emissary
On the shoulders of someone so young
At eight years old this was no fun
They were unable to make decisions
There were only divisions
A merry go round of hostility
I finally had enough servility
If I had any potential
Then escape was essential
Breaking loose of that scene
When I was eighteen

Christine Bolton

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