On a dull day …

On a dull day,

a thought, static, dead,

pinned like a butterfly in a frame,

escaped a forensic fate

to flutter on the wings of words

around my head.

Small Tortoiseshell, Fritillary

Cabbage White and Wall,

Adonis Blue and Orange-Tip

and Red Admiral;

descriptive names of beauty flying summer skies

painted in the sunlight like a Peacock’s eyes.

A thought that yet

when bright colours all have fled

from such dull days, overcast and wet;

in the rain the Ringlet flies

amid the ferns and in the weeds,

where he with charming understatement

settles on a frond,

and, with composure, feeds.

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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2 Responses to On a dull day …

  1. Shermeen says:

    This is great. Pleasing to the senses as well as amiably didactic poetry – about Lepidopterology (I had to look this word up).

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