Jigsaw
The kitchen floor is cold.
It aches my legs.
A girl is scattered
all around:
all around:
eyes, arms, fingers,
wispy hair.
Mummy’s high above me,
humming,
watching sky,
paddling clouds of bubbles
with her hands.
And suddenly – did I do that? –
the girl’s joined up.
It’s magic
like the yellow kitchen cupboard
with the bathroom
through its back.
I’m bigger now
bigger than
God.
Sally Douglas
I've just found this site by googling you, because I recently read your poem "Thumbelina" in an old issue of Iota and was totally blown away by it.
ReplyDeleteThis one's lovely, too. You capture a child's perspective beautifully.
Thanks Melanie, I'm so glad you enjoyed it. It's lovely to receive such great feedback!
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