Writing Experiment 3: Lost Boys

Lost Boys

Under the moon’s ebullient glow, come. Bring the souvenirs of hazard and the relics of the undertaking. Gather round and start to scream and howl. A bonfire of dancing stories and sung tales.

-Tell us, what was it like to overcome the beast? How long did your journey last?
How many undeserved wanderers did you deceive? And how was it that you got away from that trap?

-The rock was as sleek as a slide and the danger behind it laughable – a thick-brained two-sworded pillager- . It took me three seconds to decide –swoosh- and I plunged into a toboggan of darkness. The waters that received me were rowdy, the waves were fighting off the right to drown me, and in their baffle they failed to notice me dive and swim away, hand in hand with narwhal beasts and trident-carrying mermen.

Cheers and claps, barks and bellows, roars and hoots, yelps and yowls. All cries of victory. The accounts and memoirs of boys that have robbed time of its seasons, to celebrate under Night’s cover the sparkling joy of never-ending dreaming. Too bad it takes only one morning to clear out twilight and fog, and the sudden consciousness of a name to remember all that was lost as June wilted away.

-Kim

The Lost Boys and a lost boy

Down into the unknown the lost boys went once again
With nothing to lose and everything ahead
What mischief will they find? What treasure will they see?

The leader of the pack watched them from afar
Who are this kids that forever have laughed at age and its demise?
Who is this boy who dresses in green and fairy dust collects?
Where are these lost boys wandering again?

Pirates and mermaids both recognize his gracious flight
Jumping from cloud to cloud, dancing with the Indians at night
But at the end of the day the boy feels lost again
What could he be missing in his glorious life in his young young heart?

Once on a trip when he visited that place from where he came
He saw a girl telling stories to his sibling of pirates and young lost boys
What if a mother he could find for his loved companions and his own advice?
A mother or a wife, a thimble or a kiss, it appears at last the young boy grown has.

-Sam