28-01-2010

Will I ever





© Jack Yeats



One leg before the other,
will I ever stop walking
away ? Mother ? Will I ever
stop fearing why

there was a cat and a cage and
a rock-solid eye that
kept faith although you
touched falcons

attacking little birds in flight
Will I ever try
and reach out without
inscriptions, mother ?

Mother ?


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  1. sodade1/29/2010

    What the Water Gave Me (II)

    The water opened
    into the vortex of my daughter’s face.
    Her skin was a rippled mirror.

    She was wearing the bath around her
    like a dress of glistening scales.

    She was my fish-flower.

    I floated on her tongue
    like the word ‘Mama’.


    Pascal Petit- First published in Poetry Wales

    (Will I ever (try
    and) reach out without
    inscriptions, mother ?

    Mother ?)
    Bwa...

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  2. d.s.1/30/2010

    Pascal Petit isn't so petit, seeming.

    Thanks,
    Sodade

    - yes, she was my fish-
    flower - Yes !

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