In His Eyes I See Miniature Snow
This kiss, lips soaked-dripping with bitter milk. This butter curl above his ear. This lip scrunched and pressed clumsy under freckled chin. This halo-pudge-body wrapped around my neck. These hands, full of stick & hair & can- dy residue. This place I’m allowed to love. He says go up in skies, a spell for us. My legs—full of green veins & tremble—are the piece of blue sky he flies over. My chest—creaking & pulling with empty—now a field of yellow horses. We chant 2— 5—6. We use his spell. My mouth the noise of his wings. His tongue a pinkish raincloud. A thunder. A folding tangle. We. Us.
7 replies on “In His Eyes I See Miniature Snow”
Gorgeous imagery and mothering message.
Thank you so much! It means a lot to me.
Amanda I love it very deep lots of love !
Really moving. Stunning use of language.
I’m so glad you liked it!
I love your images and language. The whole poem is one of those standing still in time moments with your child. Thank you.
This place I’m allowed to love.
My favourite of many moments. I have an 8 year old and there is the start of when I’m allowed to love him. Don’t say the “l” word, never at school, in front of his friends, etc…
I also adore how you show what you are to him, sky, horses, wing noise.