A poem for my friend Natacha, who gave me this prompt: “the butterflies of new beginnings”
Ophelia–also known as “Killer Rabbit”–is the one in the blue #15 helmet. That evening, she moved in a way that reminded me of my younger self. An untouched sure-footedness which, I think now, stems from being oblivious of your own confidence. It’s something tough. Lasting. The aura before you discover what awkwardness really means.
Originally Posted: October 20th, 2011Updated: February 13th, 2020A Galentine’s Day inspired poem. The original prompt: “That moment of excitement when you’re so passionate about what your talking about that you have no choice but to scream, squeal or just fall down dead.” I loved this prompt because I know exactly what you mean, so I …