tiny baby eyes the colour of rain on the Brindabellas limpid pools placid in the churn of seaside rocks - the world unleashed around you eyes so big and still, they dwarfed your cheeks; drew me in captured me knitted blue innocent pouches the swimming sapphire trust I must try to live inside, to deserve
written for Sarah’s dVerse prompt – Blue Tuesday
Out of the Cave 
awwww! so sweet!
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a lovely poem; the opening drew me in, and that closing… that trust we must earn and want never to lose —
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Thank you. I am glad you responded so sincerely. It was meant sincerely but I wrote it between 3 and 5am and had no real idea of its worth
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it worked well 🙂
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The merging of the innocent baby boy and the water imagery is really powerful. The last stanza left me contemplating many things.
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Thank you💕. So happy with the responses.
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“knitted blue” is great! That blue trust is a precious thing! 💙
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Thank you. 💕
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The eyes and the knitted blue had me hooked. had to look up Brindabellas.
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I love the way this poem swims in blue, with a baby at the centre of it, and the contrast of the baby’s eyes with the ‘world unleashed’ around it, and the safety and closeness of ‘knitted blue’.
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Those baby blues are irresistible! Such beautiful memories you’ve captured here.
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Thank you💕
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Yours is the second poem on motherhood… those blue eyes must be there for a reason.
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