Aerodynamics
Triumphantly she calls from the
top of the slippery dip, ‘look at me'. Today is her birthday. She is two.
Minute against the oak tree backdrop, she has scaled Kosciusko. 'You did it' I
call and she's off, sledding the slide in a whoop of joy. Suspended from the
cage of bars she swings as confidently as any orang-utan, her arms willing her
body back and forth and I must quell any sign of concern. Who is this woman I
have become? Aware of so many dangers, wanting to shield, contain. I need to
wear a different mask.
leap from the nest
winging it
I love the haibun form, and I love this example – sparkling prose and brilliant verse, a window into both the woman and the child.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rosemary. You have a gift both for poetry and for commenting.
ReplyDeletebeautiful, Gail! And I agree with your comment above too:)
ReplyDeleteThanks Efi. It has even great to travel with your fine poems.
DeleteWhoops of joy from me - love this
ReplyDeleteMy favourite line in this poem Lizz. Thank you!
DeleteYes it's lovely! And a great title, too.
ReplyDeleteMany thanks Lisa
ReplyDeleteI shall miss your beautiful, intelligent writing here, Gail. Selfishly, I'd like to wake up to your poems, and their gentle humour, but I'm going to keep an eye out for you in any case, now that I know you. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI have loved your poems Efi and will be dropping by 366 for a lovely start to the day. This last month has been special for me to be in such wonderful company.
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