Three Poems by Juliette Sebock
Updated: May 7, 2019
Blue Sky Eyes
We walk across the bridge,
your hand tucked in mine,
and all we see is the sky.
The sky and the birds--
How you love the birds!
They snag part of an ice cream cone
from passersby.
There's a look of wonder in your eyes,
the most perfect aquamarine eyes,
sparkling, watching the birds
and the tourists passing by.
We stop by the trees so you can see
without the rumbling.
The birds fly off to tea
but all we see, you and I,
is that eternal sky.
Iconoclasm
Whiskey and coke
Or rum?
L.
G.
Me.
You.
A drawbridge covers the Avon, swimming,
Blurry, amid the theatre and marijuana.
You reach for Mars.
The stars were enough until you found they were just
Glow-in-the-dark,
Refusing to let you grow up when their
Skirts got shorter.
After all, who needs a grown-up room?
It's too bad you got struck in supernova.
It sucked you up into a black hole of flowers,
Callope's crown stolen,
Lilith running free.
Metamorphosis
You'd think that for all the time that I've spent
wrapped in a blanket burrito
Guac still costs extra here
I'd want to build a cocoon, take my cue
from that Hilary Duff album that defined my childhood
It's lost its case, but its still on the shelf, alphabetised,
beside Santa Claus Lane
Because I'd always looked up to her,
even fought with a childhood friend about playing the title role in make-believe
Lizzie was blonde, just like me
But a cartoon showed a close-up of a butterfly
and suddenly I didn't want to fly
I can't be the only one afraid of Tom Kenny's Butterfree
Maybe I could catch my breath, dream,
spread my wings, fly
Or die, leave it all behind
Maybe it's not so bad to be a caterpillar
the rest of my life
I hope Lizzie would still be proud of me.
Juliette Sebock is the author of Mistakes Were Made and has poems forthcoming or appearing in a wide variety of publications. She is the founding editor of Nightingale & Sparrow and runs a lifestyle blog, For the Sake of Good Taste. When she isn't writing (and sometimes when she is), she can be found with a cup of coffee and her cat, Fitz. Juliette can be reached on her website or across social media.