It came in a flat pack (we should have taken that as warning of what was to follow).
Patience was required for assembly, its urgency announced by toddler tears born of a skewed sense of time- what’s not immediate equates to eternity.
fresh deluge of tears
child’s grievances with time
freestyle wail won’t cease
I tried to distract him with a story and some songs, asking for nothing more than an exchange of the wailing for sound effects on cue, prompted by what Old MacDonald had on his farm. It seemed the only thing on the farm was a crying child.
mum’s fresh out of songs
old MacDonald combat style
His dad cursed (in whispers drowned by tears) the parts strewn across the floor, pieces mass produced but requiring solo, manual, slow construction.
The tray was made of sturdy steel, coated a beautiful shade of red, resplendent in its replication of a time and style of yesteryear. The plastic tyres and impractical design (requiring fuming fumbling with minuscule fasteners) revealed it as a product of its age- for consumption by the masses and disposal on destruction.
Complete, at last! We ventured into the cool night air, for the debut expedition.
little red wagon
styled on whimsy, nostalgia
carrying fresh dreams
The wheels maneuvered easily over gravelly ground, with a very happy* toddler commandeering it, parents looking on in wonderment, spellbound by the boy and his red wagon.
fresh breeze heralds love
red hearts tumble like your wagon
boy, we like your style
Inspired by the two word prompt (style, fresh) from RonovanWrites’ Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge. To get more words on the page (then on the screen), this week I played around with a haibun! A first for me, and something I’ll definitely do more of. In my reading, I came across a site with some lovely examples of haibun: haikupresence.org
*don’t let the serious face fool you- he is happy. No tears, right? 🙂