Tuesday, October 1, 2024

Driftwood fantasy


Ever since the first time I moved to an island,
 I have loved driftwood — 
 It can be so deliciously complex, 
Plus I have a tendency to anthropomorphise… 
I’m not around it much any more, 
But this one caught my eye yesterday 
While I waited for a ferry. 
What do you see? I see an alien mother, 
 Cradling her youngest with one hand 
While checking on or listening to an older child 
Who seems to have fallen. 
Fanciful, I know, and yet 
My own maternal sympathies awaken, and stretch 
To ache for and include 
All the mothers of the world…

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