The Child-A. Marie/The Larkspur Horne

The Larkspur Horne

There is a child who wears a cat mask in my building,
who pushes the elevator button too many times,
who climbs the stairs as if she were climbing a mountain,
who asks me my name, than calls me “Miss Lady”,
who is terribly loud and much to everyone’s chagrin
doesn’t listen too well and runs away when called;
the other day I heard her darting, her little feet pounding
up and down the halls, whooping and ha-aaahing
as if she were summoning a hoard of spirits
to carry her right out the fourth story window; and
she knows that the best way to get what she wants
is to be polite, and she knows that the best way
to be pampered is to obey and play nice—
but she doesn’t care! She hollers obscenities
and pulls her brother’s hair, jumps the railings,
runs amok, seizes a twig on a…

View original post 107 more words

Author: braveandrecklessblog

A former clinical social worker, I am a research administrator, writer and artist. I started writing fiction and poetry in my pre-teen years and most recently have been writing essays at the intersection of popular culture, politics, world events and my personal experience. I take the world seriously but believe that the ability to laugh at myself is essential to my survival. I am rediscovering myself at 50 after being defined primarily by my roles for the last 18 years. I refuse to be invisible. I honor my voice. I write because I have to.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s