‘Beauty at the Waterslide’ by Clive Boddy The Society April 28, 2022 Poetry 9 Comments . Beauty at the Waterslide She stood at the top of the waterslide, Bikini, new curves, wavy hair; Surrounded by boys in their swimmers, Unsure as to why they were there. Moved by some insistent attraction, They’d never quite noticed before; They circled hypnotic and spellbound, By her new magnetic allure. Gone past are her days in the playground, Her skipping with undisguised glee, And soon she’ll be bringing her boyfriends, Back home to meet my wife and me. Time flies, beauty blossoms and ripens, And then with a toss of her head, Her childhood is left long behind her, There stands a grown beauty instead. . . Originally from England, Clive Boddy is a Yorkshireman currently living in Perth, Western Australia. He is a semi-retired academic and has held professorships in Leadership and Management. His numerous publications include two books on the effects of corporate psychopaths on employees, organizations and society; and a single book of poems called Poems of Love and Location. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. NOTE TO POETS: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 9 Responses Brandon April 28, 2022 I appreciate how you described the coming of age. You could have easily gone with the poetry of pathos. Instead, you rightly chose just a hint of it. She was unsure. Gone was her undisguised glee. And the playground was a memory. Reply Paul Freeman April 28, 2022 Yep! That struck a chord, Clive. Thanks for the read. Reply Cheryl Corey April 28, 2022 Nice! Reply Allegra Silberstein April 29, 2022 What a beautiful poem about your daughter…her coming of age and its wonder. Reply Jeff Eardley April 29, 2022 Clive, a lovely observational piece that rolls along like a great country song. Great stuff fellow Englander. Reply David Watt April 30, 2022 Clive, I really enjoyed reading your waterslide watershed moment. In the concluding stanza, “with a toss of her head” so clearly signals her new found maturity. Reply Clive Boddy May 2, 2022 Thanks for the encouraging comments. As a management academic I feel more than a bit out of my depth in attempting to write a bit of non-business literature. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant May 6, 2022 The dramatic instant one realizes one’s child is no longer a child is captured wonderfully in this lovely poem, Clive (I like the tease of the title). The fleeting years of childhood are just that… fleeting. All parents should revel in every brief and beautiful moment. Thank you for the sweet and stark poetic reminder. Reply Stuti May 10, 2022 I enjoyed the journey of a person’s evolving and growing from one stage to another, that the poem takes us on. The imagery is vivid and so simple and relatable and I love how the last 2 stanzas are speckled with a parent’s wistfulness at the quick time travel. It’s amazing how time and journey are so beautifully depicted Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.