Ros as flowergirl aged seven 001
Bright Mornings
by Roslyn Ross

When the world unravelled
in the earliest times, through
bright, sunny mornings of
childhood, and beckoned ever

onwards, as if life would
climb eternal, the mountains
which rose in mind, and
wander down into endless

valleys of possibility, where
expectation skipped along
with hopes, tap-dancing on
mirrored bitumen of meaning,

traversing all the bridges of
becoming, resting by the sides
of imaginings, never seeing,
let alone nearing, the horizon,

then, there were no boundaries
of being, no endings of people
or of circumstance, for all was
forever possible, in that birth

of Self, or, at least, that was
how it felt, sometimes, just
briefly, before the doors crept
closely shut, and life stood

guard, reminding the serious
child, that there was no time
for play, drawing her back into
a place where fear shadowed

laughter, and responsibility
drew borders tightly around
circumscribed lives, which
lacked the safety and security

of adults, fixed in place, as those
outside would expect, as nature
would demand; and the child
learned to watch and to ponder,

reflecting always on uncertainty,
never knowing quite what would
next appear; holding always to the
memory of brief, bright mornings.

PHOTOGRAPH: The author as a flower girl at age seven.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I began writing poetry when I was about 10 because I found it a useful way to express feelings and thoughts which were not generally acceptable in the world, both because of the times and the circumstances. I was always a serious and reflective child and my earliest thoughts involved fears of many kinds, but then life was unpredictable with parents challenged in various ways and a mother often absent, physically and emotionally, through mental illness. Seeking to understand was always a part of my nature and no doubt even more so because of childhood experiences. This poem talks about those rare mornings when I would wake and feel such a sense of excitement about the world, despite the realities. Such moments were brief and occasional, but I have never forgotten the feelings.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Roslyn Ross is an Australian writer, poet, editor, and journalist who now lives in Malawi, Africa. She has been writing poetry since she was a child.