Butterfly
Tumbling through sunlight
Like a leaf in the wind,
The kite of a fairy
That’s broken its string,
The butterfly waltzes
To the echoes of spring,
Without ever wondering
What’s lifting her wings.
I’ve been watching the swallowtails gather at the butterfly bush. I caught a picture of this one last week. For the poem I thought spring worked better than autumn, so of course I used “poetic license.” Why limit yourself to what actually happened?
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(c) 2012 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved
Love that ‘kite of a fairy/that’s broken its string’. I love by a park, so can watch the butterflies in a wider area, and they do seem to drift as they fly, although I guess they really do purposefully go somewhere. Lovely to catch the photo too, Liz. Thank you.
You had me at the first line! Beautiful poem, Liz, and I like the wee bit of seasonal change invoked by that poetic license.
Wonderful poem! It is a mix of seasons since the leaves and the butterfly both make me think of fall – but the wind and kite are certainly spring! I like the contrast.
Nice! A simple image, full of complexity…isn’t poetry great?? Well done.
Linda, Robyn, Andromeda, Matt,
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See you next Friday,
Liz
That’s so lovely – we are just beginning to see many monarchs here. I will enjoy thinking of them as fairy kites!