Image: Matilda Emgård
My mother looks across the table
I want to be a model.
My dear girl are you serious?
Yes mother, why not?
Your legs are sticks my dear girl.
You look awkward in heels
Your ungainly gait will never suit
Your arms have no meat on them
And you are far too cautious.
I am prepared to work hard mother dear
I know it’s a long way to the top
I have been practicing
Day and night I am learning
To strut my stuff.
My dear girl you are so young
Your flaming red hair is not so desirable
In that dress you could be a toilet brush
I think you’d best think again
I wouldn’t want you hurt.
You need not worry mother dear
My trusty companion is by my side
He centres me, keeps my eye on the prize.
My best ever friend
He thinks I should give it a go.
Another reason my dear girl
Your mental health bothers me so
The bird is not a human,
Yet you listen to his guidance
He is not a good influence on you.
Romeo is a raven of renown mother dear
A creature of immeasurable wisdom
A stylist, a creative genius
I am lucky to have him
His counselling is priceless.
Then my dear girl, lead on
Live your dream, step out and see
There may be a place for you and Romeo
It will be a long walk, I fear for you
Doubly treacherous on such spindly legs.