Boyhood

He imagined tunnels
Under street and home
Passageways to heroism
Emerging from secret panels.

He knew in his heart of dreams
What he could truly be
Behind the cheap round specs
The spindle-leg trousers.
He was more than just a lad
A poor, meagre, laughable boy.

He could travel underground
Surge through like a superman.
He was the hidden force
An energy in the walls
Running like wires or electricity
Secret in voids and cupboards
Treading the roofspace rafters
Visiting every house in turn:
A solitary guardian angel.

© BH 2015

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This was the fifth in the poem series. Hardly nostalgic. Just a memory of a long time ago. A fantasy.

Picture: Jenna's drawing illustrating this poem. From a family photo.

Original Picture (below): the inner nickum.

The sequence is Hollowed #3; Dusk; Bloodlines; Succoth; Boyhood; plus the bonus, Balance Wheel.