with flash of silver
our mother was halved
our cocoon ignited into white nothing
then we were falling
her gold belly cleaned of us all
and we sat in sunlight
a desiccating, cool repose
between the strands
of our mother’s orange love
but now I lie alone,
embraced yet disappeared
in this nest,
this routeless passage
of water and worms
until at last
my own innards spill
a crafted tangle from my gut
and in this small hole of no report,
a kind of happiness grows
grows like fireworks
through the dark
Brilliant! The metaphor is so well told, here! 👏👏🎆
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Thank you, Tricia! I’m so glad you recognise it as a metaphor. Possibly everyone does. :-). But thank you for commenting so.
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My pleasure!! 🎃
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Love this. Especially the ending.
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Thank you Bob!
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I absolutely love love love this poem. You need to send this somewhere
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Thank you!! Thank you thank you!!
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Utterly beautiful.
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Thank you so much!
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