Miranda’s Loss

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June Perkins – Butterfly

(I)

In my skin
there’s a butterfly
forever captured
dancing to the beat of my sweat.

It’s dedicated to
the memory of my lost child.

At the moment I keep my weight constant to
keep her memory alive.

But if another child should arrive
and make my skin stretch
maybe it will be time to let go
so the tattoo can mark my
journey back from grief.

Maybe then I’ll have a new tattoo to
celebrate the child I
am finally able to have
perhaps another butterfly.

Am I lost,
to mark out my grief deep into my skin?
To feel the tattooist working the picture into my skin
that is nothing compared to grief.

The pain of losing my
child’s heart beating
inside of me
is too much to bear so

I had to bury it in
the butterfly tattoo that
perches on my back.

(c) June Perkins

This poem is written as a character, and not me personally.  I am thinking her name will be Miranda.

I wonder if she will name her lost child.  I walk through this character’s grief and recovery and will have her speak to people she knows about how she is feeling, or not, or maybe go find her favourite camping spot. 

I will concentrate on  her journey to see where it takes me.  I feel like writing poetry as fictional characters for a while.

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Photography Art – June Perkins

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Cordelia

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Love need not be spoken
There are no words
Yet the blind king needs more.

His hunger for words that
Feed the need to know his own power
Will forever hold Cordelia captive.

Yet, she is beyond selfishness
Knows love can be divided
And multiplied in its division-
Yet the blind king needs more.

She forgives, accepts her fate
Tries to protect him from inner hate
But in the process to her death she walks
And he is all talk.

While her sisters are still looking for power
They did themselves no favours
The blind king sees more than he wants to see.

The blind king sees
His one daughter who loved him true
He finds self disdain

Cordelia though is beyond his pain
She’s walking in her inner beauty rain
A rain flower to love
She was never so blind.

(c) June Perkins, word and image.