The Painted Duck
By Jack H
Published 20 September 2018
From the outside it doesn’t seem like there’s too much on the interior
But inside it soars,
Emotions, memories, feelings, good times all bubbling to the surface
Outside it is a wonder of swirling patterns and intricate curves
But there, inside, there is a world to explore
I close my eyes and unchain my mind
Inside I soar on feathered wings of wood
Strong but gentle, embracing me
Wind whips in my hair lashing it about wild and free
Off I go flying out across the land
Around me faces of loved ones twirl and dance
Spinning back down to the ground's waiting hand
I step down from my graceful mount
And walk the earth once more
Icy grass crunches beneath my bare feet
A woman comes and holds my hand
We walk together once again
My grandma and me
On a trip down memory lane.
