Hopscotch

Played and played merrily,

In thunder, lightning, or rain, cheerfully,

Those were gladsome days, with so much glee,

Slipped, fell a hundred times badly,

But nothing dissuaded me from going further,

Not even the calls from my mother.

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I always did the drawing on the ground,

Always being so very jocund,

Dry or muddy with no worry,

Waiting for my turn excitedly

Trying to be on safe zone cautiously,

Or home base, doing the starting trip

Then the reverse trip,

Trying not to step the lines, carefully,

Yes, trying to save myself from penalty.

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I would toss my marker again with accuracy,

And much more guardedly,

Aiming to gain as many ‘houses’ as I could, avidly,

Hopped and hopped, like a monkey,

I ended up scoring many ‘houses’ usually,

Legs being strong and eyesight superb, fortunately!

My heart singing with joy, with a heigh and ho

I would return home, muddy from top to toe

But never deterred, on the next day, to go!

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©Pushmaotee Subrun

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About Pushmaotee Subrun

Pushmaotee Fowdur Subrun was born in 1949 in Mauritius. She pursued higher studies in Delhi University where she graduated in English. For the past forty-four years she has worked in secondary schools, seven years of which she spent in Masvingo, Zimbabwe, teaching English in an army school. She completed her PGCE at the Mauritius Institute of Education in 1993. After her retirement, she was a member of the Council of the University of Mauritius for three years. She is currently a reader and editor in the Ministry of Arts and Culture. She has written one novel, one play and Short Stories and Fables. Her poems have featured in Setu Magazine, ‘Poetry and Creativity’ and in Atunis Poetry.

4 thoughts on “Hopscotch

  1. Amita Paul

    A delightful glimpse into the poet’s childhood with appropriate use of old – fashioned vocabulary.

    Reply
    1. Pushmaotee Subrun Post author

      Yes. the childhood games were far more interesting than can be described in mere words! Thank you poet Amita!

      Reply

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