Children with no reflection

girl-fishingMy feet were always too big for vintage shoes

granny said

girl you’re outgrowing your ancestors

measured my 1980’s girth with pokered face

disgracing corselet historians with modern gait

I never was the black-eyed-girl of my father’s heart

his own ungainly DNA bore him a chip off the old block

who knew his self-loathing would rub free like lint

on the broad shoulders of imperfect kin

you’ve no delicacy in your frame girl

your hands are too wide for these kid gloves

you cannot fit into the stays and confines of the past

where did you come from? changeling?

half and half in one world and the next

part girl part boy part aberration an inverse

it was easier to steal a pair of dungarees

climb the old knobbly willow tree

dropping apple pips in indigo pond

a disappointing girl with one eye patched lest it wander

I saw my delicate mother and her child’s form

rush like a dancer into applauding future

gone from those who would love her best

she left a horse hair brush that smelt of her skin

and I did not know what to be

standing there with my unliked shell of pallor

a mockery of fallen relations between two lovers

retreating to the verge of attention their child

I waited until nobody expected me home

muddied, stained and bramble scratched

children with no reflection

if you asked me then whom I loved the most

I would have pointed to the owl

grand in his luminous white feathers

for he saw the little girl’s disappointment

and together they sang

low into night

to beckon timorous vole

closer

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62 thoughts on “Children with no reflection

  1. Wow thank you so much dear one. That means the world to me. To have someone come and take the time to read something I write and comment, really means a lot. I so appreciate you. Thank you!

  2. PS: I thought your Dream Sessions were out of this world, poems in photography, and your entire site is exquisite. You are incredibly talented and for you to like what I wrote, well that just about made my week!

  3. wow. this is so beautifully written it drew me. I can feel the emotion in these words. absolutely beautiful.
    thank you for taking the time to read one of mine as well.

  4. This is really beautiful 🙂 You really paint the beauty that we create in solitude.

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