For the Daily Prompt: carve. I think of skiing, bicycling. And I think of a piece of my heart. I wrote this in the early 2000s.
Butterfly Girl Comes to Visit
She is so beautiful with her wings
multicolored many splendored lights caught and multiplied
as she flutters
I am an ogre
Huge and clumsy
I know from past past many times
Not to touch you
My rough fingers have brushed the tiny feathers from your wings
You cry in pain and your flight becomes erratic
My kiss is just as bad
If I move the wind of my passing blows you against a window
You fall stunned
I hold and crush
the box of feelings that can hurt you
Sorrow, anger, fear, dismay
Even fatigue turns my aura red
And scorches your wings
I hate to cause you pain
Fly butterfly girl
My baby needs me, my pager rings
My ogre husband stirs
The effort of holding still plain on his face
I can’t hold still much longer
Hey, wait, watch out! Who is that man in the back, with a knife?
I took this in 2012. This is a school trip at the end of 8th grade, taking everyone who can go to Mount St. Helen’s. The man with the knife is a fellow physician, who also has an 8th grader on the trip. Though he does internal medicine. The man on the right is the surgeon…..
We camped for three nights and explored Mount St. Helen’s. It rained and rained and rained. Some tents flooded. I wore my foul weather sailing pants. People ribbed me about them the first day, but by the second they looked cold and damp and envious….
Thanks to the teachers and all the parents and the students too!
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