Poetry
Issue #10
Phases
Babies-
We are the ultimate alarm clock,
and often feel the need to test the
tone, perfect the pitch, even vary the volume,
leaving the loudest for when you need it the
most, producing your very own personalized wake up call.
So personal, your own flesh and blood stir
with every scream we make, we are a part of you.
Yet we are still free, have not yet learnt of our roots,
or the story of how we sprung into this strange world,
and how we will be nourished, blossom and grow into…
Toddlers-
We are the ultimate terrors,
and take the challenge of living up to the “terrible twos” namesake
incredibly seriously, letting it permeate every tiny pore
of life. Fighting, kicking and screaming- we will do almost anything
to uphold our mighty reputation. If we perform spectacularly we
hold out hope of achieving fame on “Supernanny” and eternalizing our youth
forever, or at least until she teaches us right from wrong, and we become…
Children-
We are the ultimate superheroes,
It is true we definitely can fly, therefore nothing fazes us,
after all we have the power of imagination and that can defeat anything
placed in our path, everyone who is anyone knows that.
An infallible belief in magic produces astounding results.
If we believe enough, we can be anything we want to be,
fairytales and success stories are the dominant soundtracks of our
life. Our smiles, or failing that, sad faces and are poised ready for
any troublesome parents, and generally an aura of captivating charm and
innocence get us far in life until we become…
Teenagers-
We are at best, enigmatic. We are happy, sad, lonely and free
all at once. Our belief in magic, magically disappeared. Our ability
to fly, most likely flew out the window, or if we were lucky turned into
the power of invisibility. Our childhood innocence starts
to deteriorate, novels are the only escape,
pages holding the magical past,
pages and pages,
inevitably moving us forwards into the unknown realms of…
Adulthood.
Rosanna Milburn
© 2014