Wings …

Butterfly,

I felt you fluttering

in my cupped hands

as I set you free.

Your fragility belied

the power harnessed

in your fine-veined wings.

I felt no gentle brushing

of my skin

but the steely force of life-

that unmet urgency

which fuelled your epic

journeying …

Butterfly,

bask now;

outspread upon the flower ..

taste the sweetness

of this late unfolding hour.

The strength that lies

within your fragile frame

is stronger than your beating wings ..

it is the mystery without a name

which writes itself

in hieroglyphic clouds

at sunset and at each sunrise … .

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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