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
fly 
away...

1 comment:

Thank you always for your visit and your thoughts.