The issue of names
would come up once again
when their child
still wriggled in the womb.
This unborn child
loved to kick to Opera.
She didn’t want to think about
the lost child
and had been avoiding opera lately.
But this man from the butterfly house
who she walked beside
what could his name be?
She had to read what his face said
open with dark eyes she couldn’t see into
but wanted to.
He was almost precisely her height
putting them on an equal footing.
He moved lightly
as she glided besides him.
What about names that went with
hers?
Could this be a test?
Could his name be Ferdinand?
What if his name was Caliban?
Could people really be matched by name
or astrology, or perhaps his name was something
to do with the birds he loved?
Peregrine?
Merlin?
It would be so strange
to meet another who seemed to be
named just for her.
She opened her mouth and the name
she thought he should have tumbled out …
(c) June Perkins
Miranda wonders about names, could she have just met Ferdinand?
Ripple Poetry 
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