Toy Comet from Impossible Bodies by Faith Eliott

Toy Comet


The ultrasound showed a dollhouse universe
Revolving just beneath a veil of flesh
and you, a toy comet,
had got loose from the place where you were kept.

They pointed out the region
where you had collided with the mass of rising breath
and told how you had begun to swell
how you would soon have arms and legs

And so sure you were on a path to land here
and that the earth would shake with the impact
they sent a shuttle to retrieve you
before you have the chance

And so, what became of you my love?
When they prized you from that expanse?
Is there a chamber where you live?
Beneath this white washed labyrinth?
Are you happy there?
Have you made any friends?

Now lying in this unfamiliar bed,
enveloped by the smell of bleach and supermarket orchids,
you’ve come back
to visit me again.

• Folk
• acoustic
• alt-folk
• anti-folk
• lo-fi
• singer-songwriter
• United Kingdom