An Ant’s Strange Guest

I will roll this larva of
the Large Blue Butterfly
back to my house where
I will cherish it
as a barren woman
would love a foundling.

It’s true I see the sun
in its folds of skin, smell honey
when it stretches.
I want to be the space
it fills, this grub
of a fat new beginning.

from From The Wonder Book of Would You Believe It? (Mariscat, 2016), © Jane McKie 2016, used by permission of the author

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