It is a strange place, this doll house
where the ping-pong ball of silence
ricochets from wall-to-wall.
I am the girl full of talk,
screaming at an unknown entity
to “listen, listen!” on a summer evening.
But the rooms are like people.
Neither can be coaxed to hear or speak.
There is a boy wrapped around my heart.
Nestled in the hope that grows there like ivy
where debris and fear had long resided.
He takes a machete to the overgrowth of silence
to unearth the butterflies cocooned within me,
and count them.
Putting a name to each one
with the feather-light touch of his fingertip.
An explorer with notepad and pen
to dive into my exotic pinks and impassioned reds
as the choir of butterflies applaud this delicate dance
of movement and knowledge.
He knows I am an endangered species.
My steps solid like a monument built to last.
Taking me from stone to woman
as we comfort each other in a cocoon of our own
because we are the flowering aces
in a wild card world.
Teaching each other to believe again
as butterflies metamorphosize.
“This is the key to everything.”
Their words, not mine.
Julia R. DeStefano is a confessional poet who captures moments to preserve them in the glistening amber of language. She is a woman driven by love and healed by intimacy whose writing paints vivid pictures of darkness and sensuality. Julia's poetry collection, 'Leave Everything,' was published in 2016 and reached #11 in "Poetry by Women" at Amazon. Her latest release, 'Whirling Into Flame,' was published in December 2020. Julia's writing has been hailed as teetering on the "razor's edge of reason and passion." It unapologetically challenges perceptions. Her poem, "The Sands," was chosen as a Featured Post by Medium curators. She is regularly published on SpillWords, and due to readership and popular vote, her Spotlight interview received their "Publication of the Month" award in June 2020. Julia's words and photographs have appeared in local and national publications. She is a lifetime New Englander who draws on the urban and rural vistas for her inspiration. Look for this Red Queen atop her throne of books.