Warm black gauze
Pearls hot around my neck
Bulimic moon's insides spread,
White and light, across the water.
Kookaburras clench the soft bodies
Of baby birds in their beaks.
Do they eat their own?
Are they traitors not only
To their kind, but to their kin?
Snow reaches out blindly, hoping,
Feels a scarf catch her arm.
She wraps it round both ankles
And pulls, tightens the knot.
She runs, stumbling at first,
But gradually gains balance.
You watch her from the outside.
You are numb to her success.
Water seeps through black gauze,
Cools hot pearls. Daughters blow kisses
To their mothers from the train.
They promise to write.
Mothers wait.
Daughters don't.
YOU ARE READING
These Hazy Days
PoetryA collection of poetry for the summer and autumn days. cover by me, on canva.com all rights reserved. ...
