CREATURES
I was the fish-child darting in-between the legs
of my mother, hoping not to be seen.
With sunshine slashing through the wounds of open waters
as I swam in and out of the turbulence formed by my parents.
Looking with only one eye from my reed bed.
I was the truculent chameleon about to change
who was changing with time and tide.
Timidly at first, but with more cunning as years passed.
Changing myself on impulse, changing both colours and fortunes
with eyes swimming in all directions.
Now, this unicorn is proud and balancing life successfully
while meshed in a gold and silver hide of magic.
Spanning and spinning the real and unreal, the known and not so known.
To grant great favours with love and fortune.
Changing water into wine with one wink of an eye.
She once took flight and challenged all she saw.
But now she sits on a nest where the eggs have fled
while curling her neck on her fading white feathered body
like a ballerina in a trance, remembering.
With eyes gently closing.