The red pearl
thought it through, just wanted a pet.
On the way home he escaped in a shop.
The grocer caught him, brought him back
then Mum was mad. When Dad came home
he was furious. You’d think
I’d single handedly reintroduced
the Black Plague. I answered back, got a slap.
It ended at the chopping block, tomahawk
in one hand, mouse in the other
and Dad standing over, making me do it
myself. I felt the warm brown shaking
then it was done. One body, one head
one perfect red pearl at the nostril.
Listen to Mercedes Webb-Pullman read ‘The red pearl’
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Mercedes Webb-Pullman has just completed work on her MA in Creative Writing at the IIML. Her poem, ‘The Red Pearl’, comes from this folio, about growing up in New Zealand in the 1960’s.