My reflection is under threat
like a bilby or a platypus.
Sightings are getting rarer.
In photos there’s a me I don’t remember
with long legs and short shorts
and shoes without socks
before the spiders came
and spun blue webs around my calves
in thickly knotted thread
Back then I dyed my hair
(even although it wasn’t greying)
and tried to learn about make-up
Now I have silver wings above my ears
and don't own a stick of lippy
but I’ve nested a hornet family,
buzzing busy reproduction in my breast,
forming self important clots.
Extrication will leave a scar
like a tree without its coolamon*
and I will float on now
without that familiar, maternal bark.
And so, the mirror wavers again
and the buzz of hornets grows deafening.
I turn away from my reflection
once more to the people who love me back
*A coolomon (click here to see tree scar and read more) is an anglicised version of the name for the Aboriginal carrying vessel
what’s that Shakespeare quote? ‘Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds’ ; this poem reprises that concept in your sharply, individualistic manner —
Truly wonderful poem – really beautiful.
I hope you’re okay and just I’m reading the
“buzzing busy reproduction in my breast,
forming self important clots.
Extrication will leave a scar”
too literally. *hug* ❤
Amazing journey on the changes in the body over time. I love that empowering end about turning back towards the people who love you!
The line about cancer as the hornet family buzzing reproductions is incredible description! But I wish you all the best for health and recovery!!
A fascinating journey we all take from the cradel, changing the entire way.
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I love the way this poem ends, saying that people who really love us, love us for what we are, not what we look like. So true. (Fortunately for me!)
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This is delightful … as I near my 80th in September I can SO, SO relate!
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It’s always good to have people who love us back, no matter how we age or change!
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Love the ending!! Epic poem! 💯
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what’s that Shakespeare quote? ‘Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds’ ; this poem reprises that concept in your sharply, individualistic manner —
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A fascinating description! Love how you wove it together.
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Truly wonderful poem – really beautiful.
I hope you’re okay and just I’m reading the
“buzzing busy reproduction in my breast,
forming self important clots.
Extrication will leave a scar”
too literally. *hug* ❤
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Thank you. 💕. It’s pretty scary but I guess we’ll work through it.
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*more hugs* hang in there
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Make-up gave up on me when I had children. It tried to find me again a couple of times but my children didn’t recognise me.
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Such an amazing write about our body through the years. There is acceptance and courage. Love the part of: but I’ve nested a hornet family
and
like a tree without its coolamon*
and I will float on now
without that familiar, maternal bark.
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Amazing journey on the changes in the body over time. I love that empowering end about turning back towards the people who love you!
The line about cancer as the hornet family buzzing reproductions is incredible description! But I wish you all the best for health and recovery!!
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Thank you.b💕
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This is such a beautifully done piece ❤️
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Many thanks!! 💕
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