Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Chrysalis...or Fourteen

Poised on joys of girlhood
She chatters, dream-wild
Within struggles a stranger
Half woman, half child

Dancing on a threshold
Caught between two worlds
Torn twixt morrow’s mating call
And yesterday’s girl

Trying to become Her
She which waits to be
Chrysalis of innocence
Holds maturity

Laughing, singing, fretting
Somewhere in between
Woman’s world and childhood
Ah, this is fourteen

© Janet Martin

 She chatters non-stop, all the way home, detailing the events of a week-end away...

I listen,
caught between her words
and her voice,
having been taught
through experience
that butterflies

1 comment:

Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!