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Poetry

Three poems: A hard name, Chameleons, Damaged

A hard name

There were reds under the beds
when we were growing up
and someone at school
always ridiculed my name
the name of the woman spy
frozen in a cold war movie.
It has been a hard name to carry
a hard name to explain
but sometimes it starred in a ballet
and took the impossible leap
or came up in Dostoevsky
only to fall in quiet despair
softly at our feet.
I lived with it then
I live with it now.
It keeps its hard edge
in the language my parents
never quite mastered.

 

Chameleons

Now that my parents are gone
the voice inside
has changed to something
less disturbing
but I am still the strange chameleon
caught in different lights.
In childhood
I believe I was their colour and their light
before I took on different shades
to match an outside world
where they were only shadows
of the people they had... Read more

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