Thanks, Jama! My girls made blanket forts using every available chair in the house. It got to the point that there was no where to sit down. So I just crawled in and joined them. =)
Hi, Bridget. Although my brothers and I played with blanket forts, your poem reminds me of a famous haiku. I will try to track it down, but the poet compares pinpricks of light through a paper screen to starlight. Just beautiful.
It's funny, when I first wrote this I was thinking of starlight, but it morphed...like poetry does sometimes. I love what each reader brings to a poem. Thanks for stopping by -- I'd love to know/see the haiku you are thinking of. =)
Ah! A dual level poem. I didn't picture "blankies" as some did but can see why. And to a child, everything outside that blankie seems to be a mystery. I saw the night sky ragged with holes where starlight shines through. Very nice.
Thanks for stopping by and commenting, Karen! I love all the interpretations and views of this poem. I love that every reader takes away what fits them best from the combination of words. So cool! =)
Such a sweetness here. I am actually remembering my own blankie....Happy Poetry Friday!
ReplyDeleteAww, thanks Amy. I love the feel of special blankies - loved to bits. =)
DeleteWonderful! I love the link between something so close and so familiar with something so great and mysterious.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Liz! Amazing where my mind will wander...=)
DeleteTapestry and mysteries...love it, Bridget. Reminds me of many long-ago blanket forts!
ReplyDeleteBlanket forts are favorite with my girls to "hide" and read. Thanks for stopping by, Tamera! =)
DeleteI'm reminded of my blanket forts too -- you've captured a magical moment in your lovely poem. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jama! My girls made blanket forts using every available chair in the house. It got to the point that there was no where to sit down. So I just crawled in and joined them. =)
DeleteThis is quite magical, Bridget. I love the light weaving a tapestry of mystery.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Buffy! It's fun to wallow in the unknown, isn't it? =)
DeleteBlanket forts! A child's own safe, magical universe. Thanks for taking us along there today, Bridget.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Robyn, for joining me! =)
DeleteHi, Bridget. Although my brothers and I played with blanket forts, your poem reminds me of a famous haiku. I will try to track it down, but the poet compares pinpricks of light through a paper screen to starlight. Just beautiful.
ReplyDeleteIt's funny, when I first wrote this I was thinking of starlight, but it morphed...like poetry does sometimes. I love what each reader brings to a poem. Thanks for stopping by -- I'd love to know/see the haiku you are thinking of. =)
DeleteHi Bridget,
ReplyDeleteI love the "pin-pricks of light." I guess I took the "tattered blanket" literally, because I pictured a blanket fort, too. :-)
You are not alone, Carmela! So funny how a poem can mean different things to different readers. I love that! Thanks for stopping by and commenting. =)
DeleteAh! A dual level poem. I didn't picture "blankies" as some did but can see why. And to a child, everything outside that blankie seems to be a mystery. I saw the night sky ragged with holes where starlight shines through. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Joyce! "Dual level poem" - I like that! Thanks for reading on this fine Friday! =)
DeleteLovely.
ReplyDeleteI didn't picture a child's blanket, but rather a well-worn, full-size blanket that has seen it all.
Thanks for stopping by and commenting, Karen! I love all the interpretations and views of this poem. I love that every reader takes away what fits them best from the combination of words. So cool! =)
DeleteThe universe does contain infinite mysteries!
ReplyDeleteIndeed, Mary Lee! And so does poetry sometimes. =)
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