I unstuck myself from the sticking place,
Where the creeping things like to seethe together.
I gathered up the great heavy folds of my history
and took several crooked steps into the broken world.
Milkiness faded and I saw monstrous friends,
Mine creatrix, I saw friendly monsters there too.
I pulsed and throbbed and digested life all around me,
and sometimes I crawled on my belly with the beasts.
But as I fed on the open veins offered up to me
I found myself substantial again, thick with reality.
I began to look, to enquire, to want, to desire -
I tightened and tensed and I …. flew.
The amazing Alice Agostini asked me to write poetry to accompany her fashion show tonight, the show was called Unfold and was about escaping self made prisons. Both Alice and I experienced long periods of time when we felt safer in our homes, and frightened of the outside world. Recently we have both began to unfold and step out into the world, sometimes painfully, sometimes fearfully, but eventually, we hope, successfully.
The six parts of this poem show the transition from cocoon to flight. They should be read together and in order.
This fifth part discusses being attracted to light, to life, and learning to fly
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