Iowa Writes

DONNA DAVISON



Chrysalis

Who knew I was in pupae stage

I thought I was in life

As I spread my still damp wings

The smallness of the chrysalis is revealed

Where once my home, my walls of protection

It now lay in pieces at my feet

Longingly, I look upon those broken limbs of life

I had no idea they would one day be gone

They look so small, so lifeless now

No longer imbued with the juice of doubt and confusion

So suddenly emerged into the light

I feel vulnerable, naked, unsure yet curious

I know not if the chrysalis will suddenly reform about me

Yet it looks so still, so dead as it lies broken at my feet

Quite hesitant I am to move from this spot of security

Amongst the shards of my former home

I feel different, formless

Unsure of who I am


Chrysalis

Who knew I was in pupae stage

I thought I was in life

As I spread my still damp wings

The smallness of the chrysalis is revealed

Where once my home, my walls of protection

It now lay in pieces at my feet

Longingly, I look upon those broken limbs of life

I had no idea they would one day be gone

They look so small, so lifeless now

No longer imbued with the juice of doubt and confusion

So suddenly emerged into the light

I feel vulnerable, naked, unsure yet curious

I know not if the chrysalis will suddenly reform about me

Yet it looks so still, so dead as it lies broken at my feet

Quite hesitant I am to move from this spot of security

Amongst the shards of my former home

I feel different, formless

Unsure of who I am

I sense something breathing within me

I feel the desire to explore

I attempt to move with my caterpillar body

It no longer responds

My eye beholds a butterfly gently hovering over me

How exquisite it looks

It seems to smile upon me

As if we are sisters

Another has landed next to me

It seems to be speaking my language

Suddenly, I notice my wings, wet with newness –

They work!

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About Iowa Writes

Since 2006, Iowa Writes has featured the work of Iowa-identified writers (whether they have Iowa roots or live here now) and work published by Iowa journals and publishers on The Daily Palette. Iowa Writes features poetry, fiction, or nonfiction twice a week on the Palette.

In November of 2008, the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) designated Iowa City, Iowa, the world's third City of Literature, making the community part of the UNESCO Creative Cities Network.

Iowa City has joined Edinburgh, Scotland and Melbourne, Australia as UNESCO Cities of Literature.

Find out more about submitting by contacting iowa-writes@uiowa.edu


DONNA DAVISON

Donna Davison currently resides in Asheville, NC.  Her poems express the flow and interweaving of all the threads of the cosmic tapestry of life – from the intense pain to the sublime divinity of all, and have previously appeared in This Enduring Gift, an anthology of works by poets from Fairfield, Iowa.

www.thisenduringgift.com

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