She's a Funny little thing

Ambiguous transition from childhood to adulthood

What a funny little thing she was back then
Slumbering she'd be up in a tree
Her sunshine shone from within
That funny little thing

She never cared much for people
The wild things she understood
She'd return from her adventures
Behind her a waddle of ducks

She's clever, wise and so serene
One of the finer things created
She has her own sweet place inside
Where she finds purpose to survive

Enigma is she to the outside
Her own wee worlds collide
The place she goes inside her
She finds shadowy sometimes

Cocooned in her dungeon unable to be
She is growing, learning, becoming she
Pupating in the shadow
Alone and Feeling lost

One day soon her cocoon will fracture
She will see the glimmer of insight
Rising up from her ashes confident bright
As she becomes the mighty Atlas moth, headed to the light

From the signet to the swan she grows
Reaching all corners of her globe
Only she can become, find her lane
In which she walks her pain
She will find inside her what it takes to be sane

That funny, beautiful little thing...

Author's Note

Still messing around with this one!
Written for a young person so trying to keep it simple

Reviews

[Laughing-Bear]

My Dear Friend Helen From Across The Pond:
I seemed to me that this was a poem concerning possibly your daughter. As I did not have the privilege to raise my children I really know very little of what the wee-people go through. I just know my own childhood is a place best not visited. Actually I have destroyed any pictures I could find of that time, as they do not induce pleasant memories.
I pondered your write throughout the night and I awoke way before the 05:00 time of morning to a storm shaking the trees around my cabin. Your write was still bouncing through my early brain dead, pre-morning coffee head. As a violent gust of wind shook the homestead hard, it accrued to me that might growing up be likened to a storm? Trying to figure out who we are, what should we become, whom can we trust, and the list goes on.
And those of us blessed with a good mum are allowed to grow, all the while graded and at times guided with angelic wisdom into our own personhood. I loved your choice of word with your decision to use “enigma”; I thought it very fitting especially concerning a female. For as far as this musher is concerned all women, regardless of age are an enigma!

Blessings, Laughing-Bear

enigma |iˈnigmə|
noun ( pl. -mas or -mata |-mətə|)
a person or thing that is mysterious, puzzling, or difficult to understand.
• a riddle or paradox.
See note at riddle .
ORIGIN mid 16th cent.: via Latin from Greek ainigma, from ainissesthai ‘speak allusively,’ from ainos ‘fable.’

[TrimarcoRansome]

This one is about my youngest daughter who struggled with growing into an adult, she like me prefers the solitude of nature and animals as friends but she has grown into a beautiful human, I am very proud of her.

[Hope.]

um cool

[TrimarcoRansome]

Thank you, I am still working with this one so some changes will be made, not entirely content with it yet!

[John Phoenix Hutchinson..]

Well you know I have random thoughts reading poetry and this one made me think of Beatrix Potter.......her adventure 'at that age' was quite similar.

[TrimarcoRansome]

I can relate to that, the solitude from humans and animals etc, thank you!

[Stefon Napier]

I think this is good. Adventure poems are a rarity even though technically every poem is an adventure. I think you had a lot of fun with this one and you did a very good job. Innocent tones but very much still grounded in the sense that things change and people grow. You've got great work here and great work coming. Keep going.

[TrimarcoRansome]

Thank you, Stefon. I wanted to keep this one innocent because it is for someone who is young, the tribulations of transformation into an adult is never simple yet to those experiencing it are just being themselves while the world around them struggle to understand their plight. This is explaining, it will be OK!! Thank you for your encouragement.