Mutter Mutter

• Malika Savory, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2016

Little words spoken like butterflies escaping from a prison cage, but at the last second, their wings snag onto the edges of the steely cage and they are caught, and they flail in the promise of light. That was what they called her. Mutter Mutter.
Always speaking, never heard. Her voice, like wind on a summer’s day. You could hear it whisper and tickle the edge of your ear, but only quite. And never quite enough.
Her mind was always full, always dreaming. Of butterflies that flew across streams and paddocks with nothing to weigh their blissful hearts down. And that one day she would be that butterfly, daintily flying in the breeze.
Mutter Mutter.
Fly away and flutter.
Somewhere only hearts can be heard.
Where voices that are spoken not with words, but with eyes as they meet one another.
With caresses as they touch.
And mouths as they kiss.