To the Caterpillar I Love/d:

19 Nov

In you I sought the

steadiness of rock

and found

an ocean



So I clung to driftwood

and rode the waves,

eyes burning for the sight

of crust and spores;

My feet, like

drunken sailors

enjoying the air,

shifted lurchingly above

merry waltzing sands.



fish they tittered,


sparkles they winked,

and I held on, held on,

melted my meat,

gulped the terror,

blew back at the wind

with lopsided cheeks.


Then your wings,

gossamer like stone, earth, sky,

they closed around me

and I built

my castle

on a houseboat

that rocked my

crinkled notions

to sleep.

9 Responses to “To the Caterpillar I Love/d:”

  1. aneela z November 19, 2009 at 2:20 pm #

    Ode to demons that come on rubber boats perhaps?

  2. Orange Jammies November 20, 2009 at 9:48 am #

    aneela z: Goodness, no! More like exultation after a storm. Or winning a surfing championship.

  3. Pallavi November 20, 2009 at 11:02 am #

    This is poetic injustice, OJ. Iss no fair! One person has such talent while a whole lot of others wallow in their inability to articulate. Grr. Mesa jealous.

  4. Nino's Mum November 20, 2009 at 12:44 pm #

    change. proverbial and painful.

  5. Orange Jammies November 20, 2009 at 10:20 pm #

    Pallavi: Hon, my one real talent isn’t even known to people online. It’s crowing like a rooster. Really, ask the Boy, I could compete in the World Crowing Championships and kick everyone’s comb.

    Nino’s Mum: You know, right?

  6. pri November 21, 2009 at 11:22 pm #

    “My feet, like

    drunken sailors

    enjoying the air”


  7. Aunty G November 22, 2009 at 11:41 pm #

    Into what did the caterpillar turn?
    A butterfly or a worm?
    This poem’s really fluid
    You’re like Asterix’s Druid
    Magic-po(r)tioning words out of your fertile couldron!

  8. aneela z November 23, 2009 at 6:31 am #

    dont know OJ…for me its not safe to go back to the water yet.
    Glad to know that wisdom now wears a surf suit.

  9. Orange Jammies November 23, 2009 at 11:30 pm #

    pri:… writes the girl who’s never been sloshed. :mrgreen: Ooh, the pretension!

    Aunty G: Take your time,
    The answer’s in the rhyme,
    Just don’t choke
    over my cauldron smoke,
    Or my potions un-sublime.

    aneela z: I should’ve known better. Always been a water baby. 🙂

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