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looked
across the street in dismay--
seeing the decrepit remains
of a once respectable house.
We saw
an abandoned English castle;
a cellar changed to a dungeon;
a fort Indians attacked
and played
in them every Saturday
until the workmen came
and tore down our imagination.
This poem first appeared in Reach Poetry.
Used here with permission.
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Robert K. Johnson writes poems about our everyday world, which, he says, “has always gripped me much more than science-fiction worlds.”
A former English professor at Suffolk University in Boston, he was the poetry editor for Ibbetson Street magazine for several years. Robert is the author of four collections; he lives in a suburb near Boston.
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IngridBruck:
Wow: tore down our imagination!
Posted 03/15/2024 12:54 PM
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wayne.goodling@yahoo.com:
You skillfully -- almost deceptively -- pulled me in, made me part of your world, and then hit me with the great surprise at the end. Well-done and thank you.
Posted 03/15/2024 07:17 AM
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Jancan:
Descriptive and expressive, especially "workmen came and tore down our imagination"
Posted 03/14/2024 10:58 PM
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Glen Sorestad:
Both evocative and provocative! It really turns your own imagination on "full ahead". Well done, Robert.
Posted 03/14/2024 12:19 PM
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Lori Levy:
This is great! I identify with this view of childhood.
Posted 03/14/2024 11:49 AM
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Wilda Morris:
Yes! One of my favorite books when I was a child was AND TO THINK THAT I SAW IT ON MULBERRY STREET by Dr. Seuss. I still love it and how it encourages imagination, as this poem does.
Posted 03/14/2024 09:27 AM
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Larry Schug:
Hmmm..interesting. Got me thinkin'.
Posted 03/14/2024 08:03 AM
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