Words and Art

Childhood’s Retreat
It’s in the perilous boughs of the tree
out of blue sky    the wind
sings loudest surrounding me.
And solitude,   a wild solitude
’s reveald,   fearfully,   high     I’d climb
into the shaking uncertainties,
part out of longing,   part     daring my self,
part to see that
widening of the world,   part
to find my own, my secret
hiding sense and place, where from afar
all voices and scenes come back
—the barking of a dog,   autumnal burnings,
far calls,   close calls—   the boy I was
calls out to me
here the man where I am   “Look!
I’ve been where you
most fear to be.”
“my boy’s amazing flight and other golden adventures”
multimedia by Martha Lee Phelps
“Childhood’s Retreat” by Robert Duncan

About Martha Phelps Studio ~ creative on purpose

...a meandering journal of a changing life and the unexpected graces it brings. Earlier posts may provide some history, but this series of writings aren't likely to follow a straight line as I explore topics such as raising kids, making choices, self discovery, the impact of change on a family and how to (hopefully) live with balance and purpose. www.marthaphelps.com
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