The moment held on a a string before swinging to collision
like a cartoon pOW!wOW!baMMM!
She cuts her chestnut carefully in two.
The popped-out-conker ...her baby
in its greeny spiky pram.
She talks to it. Kisses it.
"Shhhh...baby a sleeep!"
Her brother's marble a blue and cold world
propelled by a swift deft flick of a bitten-to-the- quick thumb
the little blue world inches relentlessly towards
scattering all be- -fore it:
when worlds collide.
A solar system destroyed.
He now the conquerer of conquerers.
She places her marble
gently in her other spiky green pram
like she's rearing an alien.
She's got two babies. One a conker...the other a marble.
She takes good care of both of them.
Worries about their well being.
Loving them for what ...they are.
She watches the world through the eye of the marble
a tiny blue universe held in her palm.
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Watching my little girl play with her conkers and marbles in a way different to her cousin( she always called him her `'brother" 'cos she always wanted one so she just made him one with words.
Conkers of course would be "buckeyes" in America. As kids we were bonkers about conkers even if all we did was collect them and have as stash of them. Put a fresh conker behind furniture or near windows to keep the spider population low!
Around Worcestershire it was known as ‘oblionker’ (****. obly-onker) and play was accompanied by such rhymes as ‘Obli, obli, onker, my first conker (conquer)’. The word oblionker apparently being a meaningless invention to rhyme with the word conquer, which has by degrees become applied to the nut itself.