You stare at me with those baleful eyes
Draining they were – a crystal blue
that left them transparent-
Sunk back in reproach, in wonder…
Dared me to look
Smirking at what you were sure I’d see-
Like a badge you carry that tufted, misshapen head
Swollen, bloated belly – white
Those long, narrow limbs, fingers
that keep clutching open and shut
You dare me to look at you, Frog Lady-
“tell me what you see”, you croak-
I throw back my head, laughing – exposing white teeth.
“I see a picture, Frog Lady, of another swollen belly
only this one
this one is full of life-
in wonder at the magic.
And I lay my head against it
And you lay your hand on my hair
pushed the bangs from my own eyes…
It was so long ago, Frog Lady”
I look now at the bloated belly
To embrace it now is to embrace Death
And it frightens me, Frog Lady
And my teeth, white
are still bared….
And it’s cold
Dead white cold
And you never really knew
did you, Frog Lady?
Sharon Mary Golden 1944 – 1994 She loved frogs….
(Raiana Golden – 1994 – all rights reserved)