In the Beginning
This small child,
sits like a ripening apple with her
Tinkerbell face and kumquat mouth,
and one day she’ll be
keen on
sardines with onion and chilli
ketchup, and she’ll watch the sunny
sky unfold its darkness,
but for now,
she’s future’s child, and there’s
nothing in her face that suggests
intellect or nursery rhymes.
Quickly’s MQ06. ©️ Misky 2019
It’s November Poem a Day month.
These are 1st drafts
It's Still Life 