exploring

i came through here;
this was my first day out.
down on hand and knee,
looking through half closed eyes.

identifying colours,
when not even sure what colours are,
is a difficult task indeed.
the for before me
was a dull metal colour,
duller than the chains that
bind danahn.

the figure was slender,
thinner than my mum.
she has several arms,
with several fingers.
even the fingers had fingers

upon reaching her,
i put my chubby fingers 
upon her lone leg.
or maybe it was her chest?
she had a rough feel,
rougher than my pa's.

finding her legs,
at the bottom, even below me,
i follow where they lead.
she has several legs,
matching her several arms,
woven in and out of the ground

i look up,
trying to see her face,
but she's just too tall,
taller than my brother.

i am swept over
with a cold breeze,
shivering.
i look up at her,
and she is shivering, too.

how couldn't she be?
her arms were bare.
who would one make a jacket
for one with so many arms?

suddenly, i am picked up;
tis only mum bringing me in.
she's too big to come with us,
i suppose.

mum once said something
about a "godmother".
that will always take care of me.
so she, the one with several arms,
became godmother to me,
for years and years.

she always shivered with me.