My friend, Kim, welcomes a new soul into her family next week and I’d been searching for the right card to be the final card before this momentuous shift. This card, with Mirree Louise Bayliss’s artwork, Ancestral Butterfly, fell out of her colouring book, as I was shifting it from one pile to another on my desk.
The baggie of fragments, as always, came to the party.
I’m having fun looking at each poem and trying to decide which ones represent misdeeds, which are misadventures and what are brazen acts of rebellion. You could say there is almost an element of each within every poem, though attaching one particular frame of reference has the capacity to slightly, or greatly, alter the understanding of the poem.
I’ve decided that at the end of the month I’ll put all the poems together and then Alaina, Leanna and I will individually reassemble them to tell the story we think they tell. I’m intrigued to see how each of us will do that.
Until then, days 3-5…