My August Childhood

The water hose hissed and, for a moment,
The faint scent of sunbaked rubber
Filled the humid air.

Water tickled small, laughing bodies
Running barefoot through lush grass
Peppered with dried needle leaves.

They take refuge behind a rundown car
With cracked windows that resembled
A spiderweb glistening in the sun.


Prompt: Poetics: Sometimes August isn’t recognized by Sanaa Rizvi (from A Dash of Sunny) on d’Verse ~ Poets Pub. Join in on the fun by posting your response to the prompt via Mr. Linky.

15 Replies to “My August Childhood”

  1. This is incredibly touching! I can picture the “laughing bodies running barefoot through lush grass.” Lovely detailing throughout the poem 🙂 Thank you so much for writing to the prompt 💖💖💖

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