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On the Run
Bronwen McRae

We’d scramble up the fence
peeled with winter winds,
balance beam across the cement wall
onto the roof of the neighbour’s house,
hoped their hearing aids
were still on the night table.
Flit across shingles to neverland
to spar with our shadows. In that blue sky
kingdom we’d pass secret laws and decrees
to former authority figures
now scuttling subjects
always loyal to our rule.
School and parsnips are banished from our empire.
The wrapping of winter scarves will now
be limited to necks only
and never foreheads.
We will in no way ever again kiss
Aunt Greta with the moustache.
We danced and twirled
like dusty sweeps
knowing one false step
would blow us over the eaves
to the emptied pool
or worse
plummet us
to reality
at the shrill tone
of mother calling us in to supper.
© by Bronwen McRae.
Used with the author’s permission.

Bronwen McRae grew up in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, and now lives on an acreage near Saskatoon. She likes writing poetry, hanging out with her family, and eating chocolate. She dislikes snakes, leaky tents, and writing bios, but says that eating chocolate while writing the bio helps. Bronwen is a member of Obsessors Poetry Group. Her poetry has appeared in Room, Spring, and online at blue skies poetry and Leaf Press.

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Wonderful :)
Posted 01/17/2013 06:47 AM
This poem sets me longing for the kind of childhood depicted. I want it to be mine.
Posted 01/11/2013 02:37 PM
lisa honecker:
This is amazing, send more from this poet. It is enticing!
Posted 01/11/2013 11:49 AM
I like how the poem kind of breaks down, intentionally loses its metricallity, as the mother intrudes.
Posted 01/10/2013 01:42 PM
Lovely! "hoped their hearing aids were still on the night table"...took me back. Also Aunt Greta, who in my case was Nan Moore. Ah yes.
Posted 01/10/2013 12:10 PM
nice one, Bronwen!
Posted 01/10/2013 11:25 AM
I love this poem! You took me on that whole adventure with you as I read! Not having to kiss the aunt with a mustache? Hilarious! (And I, too, think chocolate makes everything better.)
Posted 01/10/2013 07:12 AM

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