Like the universe, she has been here before, and elsewhere.
Traversed ancient space,
Circled supernovae, surfed on waves of light to crash on galaxies of crystal dust,
Kissed comets, woken to their stale morning breath.
Known the darkness before the Word.
Been crushed to an atomic point, extinguished, silenced.
Her chrysalis curled, dry-dead, around itself.
All out of change.
Time calls. Space unfurls.
She leaps out – scatters suns to burn and hiss and cool,
Paints out new worlds, and
Splatters careless constellations in purple,
Rose and neon green,
Spreads her slow wings, sticky with moon sap.
Sets out, expanding, on the solar winds,
Her time begins…..now.
This poem is for Out of the Chrysalis, who kindly awarded me, some time ago, the One Lovely Blogger Award. I feel a lot of, what’s the word, fellowship? with Out of the Chrysalis because I, too, have been through the pain of a horrible break-up and struggled to try to re-establish my life without the person who made it both worthwhile and wretched. And both she and I have succeeded, so there! So thank you, Chrysalis (or can I call you butterfly?), and I’d like to pass the award on to some other people who’ve had a bit of a crap time with the Demon Desire:
TrailerTrashDeLuxe! He probably doesn’t accept blog awards so let’s just call it an award for bravery and determination in the face of boredom and pointlessness and be done with it.
Notes from the Waiting Room. Who makes me wonder, is it better to live in a Portuguese nursing home and be shouted at by Portuguese people or live in an Australian nursing home and be shouted at by..Portuguese people.
Faith and Meow. I don’t know if she’s ever had the SuperSplit – but there are worse things, and she goes bravely forth to meet them.
Post Modern Single. Who suffers from the slings and arrows of outrageous boyfriends. Only thing is, her exes are more glamorous than mine. Bugger.
Work Spouse Story. Ditto, with bells on. I’m sorry to say that I envy Work Spouse her bevies of adoring stormy-eyed Byronic lovers – Ms M says my old flame reminded her of Roger in American Dad (or Voldemort, depending)!
Babedarla. Feisty, tight-laced, buxom wench that she is – I defy any mere lump-in-the-pants mortal to defeat the Faerie Queen.
BlondeBronzedTwentysomething? Well, again, it doesn’t sound too bad from the perspective of greying pasty faced forty something…. but I love her advice on getting over the Doomed Romance.
Here you are, all of you! Have an award! Have two! And Out of the Chrysalis, GRAZIE MILLE!!!