Daughter

Annerliegh Grace McCall

 

Her eyes are her grandmother’s

opioid blue

—quells storms

the willy willy                 she leaves tranquillity in her wake

 

Small hands conduct the hot silence

no alpine butterfly can resist

her fingers     wet from the spring

            —a tangerine bracelet

 

Gravelly gaze                her burning precipice

to walk the crosscut saw

is to leave behind new skin

& old

                       

watershed                     deluge

in her sweet skin

rain                  cloistered heat           

&  squall

 

a generation is a river bank

    no stock cross her waters

 

My daughter the debbil debbil

My daughter the stream

 

Annerliegh Grace McCall is a Melbourne writer. She studies Creative Writing at Melbourne University.

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