Oops, it’s Friday! Having started a second, temporary, job a couple of weeks ago in addition to my normal one, life is a little bit up and down at the moment and we are still finding our feet with the new routine. Overall this is fine because I know we’ll adjust, but in the meantime I do often forget which day of the week it is.
Anyway, I thought I would still share a poem today. Better late than never, right? I found this one on the Scottish Poetry Library website. I used the browse option and browsed till I found a topic, then poem, that resonated. It’s an approach I would definitely recommend! This one by Gillian K. Ferguson is short and really very sweet. It makes me think of Mabel and her little friends, and I think it does poetry’s job of producing a very individual and yet very universal image exceptionally well.
Learning to Stand
On the earth a stretched second
you stood, balanced. Gravity
glued dolly shoes. You wore
the sky on your head, jauntily,
light blue paper hat plumed
with feather clouds, as air’s
transparent gloves cuddled
you upright. Padding paws
forgot themselves in hands.
You learn the trick of standing
as the world spins, hurtles,
turns you upside down
in darkness. Already
you’ll lean less on me.
Pastry & purls 
Beautiful poem! And wonderful photo too 🙂
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