IMOGEN - 10 months old

IMOGEN – 10 months old

 

I stand with my back to the sink

While your grandmother rummages

In cupboards below. Gazing up,

She meets your expectant face

Seemingly suspended in mid air.

You are bent almost backwards;

Determined to know what world of wonder

Exists on those shelves.

I fear to move, so like a little bird you were,

Nestling into the crook of my neck,

Rubbing your silken-hair against my skin,

Fledgling-like, perched on the bough of my arm.

I thought for a moment you would slip from the nest

Of my embrace and fly around the kitchen.

 

 

◄ THE HOLY CHURCH OF NATURE

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Comments

jennifer Malden

Tue 21st May 2019 17:17

Beautiful - very well deserved POTW. The happy side of caring for young children.
Jennifer

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Rose Casserley

Sat 18th May 2019 09:38

I love this poem Trev as much as I love her name and I agree about the line Ray and Dorothy have chosen-gorgeous!




Rose ?

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Fri 17th May 2019 20:19

"fledging-like, perched on the bough of my arm"
Exquisite, intimate, a perfect moment frozen in time. I am so glad that you allowed us a glimpse.

Thank you
Dorothy

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raypool

Fri 17th May 2019 19:41

A lovely shared experience that takes us straight back to the yearning for life of the very young , still memorable to me (trying to reach taps etc). There is magic here and comes to a head in the lines " I fear to move" and ending in "the bough of my arm." Perfectly delightful and so well observed Trevor.

Ray

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