Butterflies
Butterflies-Competition
(Mosaic Butterflies)
Behold! Sunny spots sprayed on
Filigreed ebony wings
Encaged in
A golden frame.
An artistic delight!
Didst the cruel hands
That caught
The sacrifical victims's soul
Not get painted
With Psyche's
Multi coloured hues?
Thou dainty aery winged breath
I doth know thou flappest
Thy beauteous wings
Restlessly fluttering from one
Radiant bloom to another
Sighing but for the
Sweet nectar of
Thy amorous Eros.
But hark! Appease thy
Love lorn passion for
Bountiful honey yet
Shut thine eyes to
The beauty of flowers
They not be thy Amor
Who sleeps in
The deepest of slumbers
Ignorant of his Psyche
Being wafted into beguiling hands
For mortals to enkindle
Her peerless beauty
To be mounted on
Mosaic beds for museums.
SIXTH
Balveen Cheema
August 12, 2015
Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2015
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