More memories of a farm kid tonight. My childhood "imaginary name" was Cleopatra. Yes, Cleopatra. And yes, I picked it myself. I also asked that my sister call me "Cleo" for short while we played. We would go on all sorts of adventures to conquer foes and save the day in our imaginations and I'm sure that's where I got all my practice in how to never be bored. How can you be bored when a lifetime of adventure can happen in your mind in a single afternoon?
My poem is just a snapshot of one imaginary episode that was so easy to conjure as a child. As we grew older our tasks turned from pure imagination to actually drawing out criminal records complete with hand draw finger prints. I remember one particular nefarious "baddie" was called Harry Wartpus and his mugshot was as gruesome as you guessed. My poor mom, we used her good file folders and everything. I really treasure the memories I have of imaginary play. I wonder how else it has shaped me into who I am today?
Creative enthusiast, gregarious naturalist, opinionated activist, RYT 200. Amy Kay Czechowicz is completing a poetry challenge for 2018 by posting an original poem daily to this blog!