In a world where everything was askew,
And life was always in a state of flux
It wasn’t surprising to find her
Day in and day out floating
Somewhere in the universe,
Oblivious to her reality
In denial of anything upside down about herself.
Sailing away in her mind
The house she’d say was not on straight,
That gravity was playing with her head.
To placate her whims, we invented a game
She’s take up her art brushes and simply put
Out colours to reflect the places she’d been.
Bizarre as it was it was butterflies which grab her the most
Long mornings with net in hand, stalking them
Tracking them down in a garden the size of her brain.
The captured specimens she mounted on boards
To observe she’d say, though there’s nothing to observe
When your subject is dead.
But when she went off, with the fairies mum would say
There was nothing to protect her, keep her safe
She went where mind decided to go
We had to stand back watch her drift
But always tethered her to us
For fear, she might meander away.