An empty swing stands waiting #FridayReflections
an empty swing stands waiting
in a children’s park
remembering happy times
When sounds of laughter mingled with
the shrieks of joy as the
“swing me high”
It it was one of a pair:
twins in blue that ruled the playground
with children queuing for their turn.
Till one day a chain snapped
brittle with rust, and lack of care
and left a child , a girl of two
unconscious and bleeding too.
The shocked faces
screams of despair
wails of ambulances
and then a silence that
filled the playground where
once children did.
the swing was brought down
punished for a crime
not really of its making.
That left the second one waiting
for the children to swing it up again.
But the mothers eyed it
with suspicion and left
it all alone .
It stands there
Abandoned and waiting .
This was the first thought that came to mind when I saw this black and white photograph of a swing in a park. This poem is loosely based on a true life incident that had a happy end – the girl recovered from her injury but it left us all with a lifelong fear that a harmless and joyful activity can end in tears.
A lesson to be learnt from this is [ctt title=”” tweet=”check out all playground equipment carefully, which despite being in constant use may just have a loose nut or a rusty chain .” coverup=”9XBqk”]
I’m linking up with other bloggers on #Friday Reflections
This may be a bit morbid but it doesn’t reflect my mood. I’m in the middle of capturing the essence of summer with my mango pickles and jams which I will soon be posting after they’re done. For once I’m happy to be in a pickle.
Happy weekend all!