To the Caterpillar I Love/d:

19 Nov

In you I sought the

steadiness of rock

and found

an ocean

instead.

~~~

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.

~~~

The

fish they tittered,

the

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.

Advertisements

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”

    wow.

  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. 🙂

Here's a bar of chocolate. Now talk to me. :)

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: