If she could, she’d help butterflies
arrange the powder on their wings
just so, and they would thank her
with brightly colored performances in the air.
She envies the exhilaration the young ones must feel
the first time they alight after their first flight.
She wears a colorful dress trimmed with lace.
The butterflies accept this effort to be like them.
And they’re okay with her inability to fly with them
because they know she does this in her own way.
Comments
Deaar Michael,
With a great title you launch this piece, it flows beautifully with your language usage and imagery. I love the subject matter! With your words you have woven a magic spell that softly wraps around the mind. Thank you for this.
*hugs, Cat
Thank you Cat! I enjoyed
Thank you Cat! I enjoyed writing this bit of fantasy, and glad you liked it.
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I love the title...
It is apparent right away, that this is a write of fantasy. The idea that the little butterflies are somehow attracted to her because they feel the energy of her and instinctively know that she loves them, is wonderful. Mother Nature sure has her antennae sending out vibes. The ending is like the fairy tales written by some of the craftsmen in the late 1800's and early 1900's.
Robert Southey, Charles Perrault, etc. Nicely done sir. ~ Geez.
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Spot-on with your comments,
Spot-on with your comments, and what I was trying to convey with this piece Geez - thank you!
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Hi Michaell
Hi Michaell
FLY AWAY, and indeed we did on the wings of your poem!
Thanks for sharing your poetic talents with both us and the butterflies. - Will
Cheers Will, and thanks for
Cheers Will, and thanks for stopping by!
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