Poem Hunter
Peoples(For Lyn)
(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Peoples(For Lyn)

She gathers
the world

into her

holds its facts
like a beautiful blue

of wild flowers

tightly in her tiny fist.

All is alive
to her

whether it be sky
cloud or river...whatever.

Nothing is ever
only a thing.


“...peoples! ”

We visit & re-visit
the old pond

full of
“frog peoples”

who greet her

as if
she were one of their own.

She waves regally.

Speaks to them
fluently in frog.

Even stones become
“...the stone peoples! ”

She likes them
“...’cos they are so quiet! ”

“Their quiet is like a big noise in my head! ”

That night
trying to smuggle

her favourite cat
into her bed

snuggled up inside
her jumper

as if she were
pregnant with it

(it scratching & meowing
to be born)

she announces
(caught in the act)

“Cats is peoples too! ”

We give in to
her superior logic

seeing things
as she do.

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Comments (1)

Nothing, and I do mean nothing, is more beautiful than the world of frogs and stone people, as seen through Tilly's eyes.