Poem of the Day

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BUTTERFLY MOTHER

 

Dancing the tune of the breeze

She lifts her coat sleeves –

And freezes as if in prayer

To breed in the shady leaves;

Green confetti in air.

 

On the rib-case underneath –

A waxy seam of leaf,

Tiny eggs, colour of cream

Are stuck with butterfly paste.

Blue lady lifts as a dream,

Leaving them, to hatch or waste.

 

Who knows where she goes

Blue butterfly mother?

© Dianne Bates
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #40

poetry-prompt40

 

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