won’t translate

Written for:  The Twiglets #167 – “won’t translate”

You cannot translate
a dance, you can only
interpret what you see.

When my grandparents
spoke Russian,
no one translated.

difficult feat to perform
butterfly leaves cocoon

There once was a shag-ragged dolly
hair tangled, missing eye, not jolly
Found by a poor girl
with no doll, sweet Pearl,
who sewed on eyes, washed hair, and named her Molly.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to won’t translate

  1. Misky says:

    Aaaaah. I love that limerick!


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