Adonis Blue – by Belinda Rimmer

 

The height of summer.
His net under her body, turn and flip:
an Adonis Blue.
She doesn’t fight like some of them;
she surrenders.

With steady fingers he squeezes her slender throat.
She seems to wake.
He tries again. His hands freeze.
He stands, glazed.
Sees through her eyes,
through all the eyes he’s ever killed.

She never makes it to the killing jar.

He carries her home in his net.
Doesn’t soften her, or spread her wings,
or pin her to a board.
He kisses her instead.

The butterflies on his walls look on.

He wishes now he could turn them free,
like his Adonis Blue,
near a stream, all fresh and shiny.

 

 

 

Belinda has poems published in various magazines, including Brittle Star, Dream Catcher, ARTEMISpoetry, Obsessed with Pipework and Sarasvati. Some poems have appeared on-line, others in anthologies. She has an MA in Fine and Media Arts and a PhD in Women’s Voices in Contemporary Poetry.

Itch – by Belinda Rimmer

 

My mother’s patchwork spreads
across the floor
like it’s smothering flames.

Her needle speeds
through muslin, cotton, sack cloth.

The central square,
from which all else radiates,
my blue and yellow baby blanket.
Once rescued from a bin,
splattered with cabbage and gravy.

As my mother sews,
her spectacles fall
to the tip of her nose.

I itch to push them up again.

 

 

 

 

Belinda has poems published in various magazines, including Brittle Star, Dream Catcher, ARTEMISpoetry, Obsessed with Pipework and Sarasvati. Some poems have appeared on-line, others in anthologies. She has an MA in Fine and Media Arts and a PhD in Women’s Voices in Contemporary Poetry.