Lydia Martin


Madness Retreats


Silent maraca inside my brain
Shaking the seeds of life giving grain
Jostling around the nuts of creation
Juiced up tears of belated elation.
Inward cactus of rib tickling fun
Drives like a knife in the desert sun
The sound of rain on its spiney legs
Crunches a feast of bacon and eggs.
You could eat that smile his yoke is easy,
But lay off the grain, you’ll make him queasy.
A hand reaching out to bang that drum,
Four little fingers, one little thumb.
Why are those fingers stretched into thin air?
Because he wants to tug at your hair.
Funky chunky feet and darling face
Take over my mind and fill the space.

Of piglets and markets,
Delectable toes.
Of pretty bells and rings,
And blackbirds and crows.
The sound in your ear is
A gurgling laugh.
A wordless sentence of
Blind adoration.
Of twinkles and diamonds,
Like sparks in the sky.
Of grand dukes and old kings,
Who swallowed a fly.
The voice in your head will
Love beyond reason.
A tiny little hand
Grips the fate of a nation.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 08, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 09, 2013

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This poem portrays how the beauty of a young life can drive out the madness from within.

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