Time tests all things, makes steady work of wearing out these old duds, till they fall off and run like sand along the length of your hourglass, or come back into fashion, following along worn grooves and ever turning cycles deepening down each mark.
This name is still an uncertain bird in my mouth, perched at the tip of my tongue when I reach for its fragile feathered body. So small in the hold of my hand it cheeps, cheeps, cheeps and I say Finch, Finch, Finch to the mirror above the sink, check the windows are closed before loosening the grip I have on its wings uncertain if I can make the sound stick.
Write a poem that delves into the meaning of your first or last name.
The size of a lemon, which reminds me of a fruit tree, miniature, leaves buttered up and green as the unripe citruses berried in-between… and this is much the same, this slow uncurling as you ripen my own belly thickening till I peel off my layers, test the softness around my middle, squeeze the fruit flesh. You feel all this apparently, spin like a top, end over end become a flicker in a whirlwind. Still hidden by your smallness, little lemon pip blooming.
I’ve missed quite a few DVersePoets night over the past couple of months, and that’s mainly been because I’ve spent all my free time napping. The little Gremlin above is due this summer, and I’ve had all the fun of pregnancy sickness to content with, so my writing took a bit of a hit. My husband and I are very excited to welcome our little human into the world, and I thought what better way to tell my poet friends the news, than with a poem for the Open Link Night!