"You look like a butterfly
having issues with
metamorphosis" said
the child to the mother.
Had you not been grown
I may have thought it sweet.
Instead we have the
new adult appraising
the not so old mother.
You grin
I limbo
under your gaze
still full of the undecided
narrowly escape irony in your voice.
We laugh in loud colour.
The bones of a butterfly
are only in the wings.
* Acknowledgement: the words "full of the undecided" appear in the body of text on page 167 of "Throwing Words Together"(though not from a poem), Kit Kelen, 2011.
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ReplyDeleteI love this poem, Gillian.
(Was briefly wrong-footed in this section:
You grin
I limbo
under your gaze
still full of the undecided
narrowly escape irony in your voice.
...but I soon found my footing!)
Thanks Rob
ReplyDeleteyes, agreed its tripp[ng up a bit there... This, like allothers I post on here are drafts,early drafts. I really enjoy and appreciate nay comments. Helps the work. And I'm very glad you found your footing again...