Poppies

Poppies

Amanda Hill

-          For Mike

You are a changeling boy

made of star-light-china &

only the most breathtaking words.

Your eyes were blown by

a Scandinavian glassman &

I glimpse you at stone’s edge.

I am the mermaid in the well.

Trapped. Only by chance did

You see the glimmer of my scales.

I rest, Ophelia in the water,

to the sound of your name.

You reach into the well & take my hand.

Poppies bloom.