by Julie Lumsden

A frog is always a frog, a moth
is a moth, swallows
flying in their own manoeuvre.
Watch how it works.  Insects
in and out of these garden petals
as Mum talks about my birthday
and how 1966 was the year
they stopped giving any girl –
Mum’s own name, Myra.

Only people can break, change
or mix the rules.  We’ve seen
that young woman smiling
on Saddleworth moor. In prison,
her Open University essay
on the banquet scene in Macbeth
was ‘a pleasure to read.’
Look at the photograph of her
gowned in her graduation pose.