Butterfly Girl

dedicated to Kerry The literal closet in which she dreamed Visions of a world that outside teemed Whilst poring over texts and theories Cocooned her life from freedoms’ wine, The taste of which fermented bright In the chrysalis cauldron of her mind. The motors that hummed beneath her skin, The restless throb that pulsed within Desired release to spread her wings, For soon the spring brought summer after As greyest days she turned to sunshine By way of gentle wit and laughter. The butterfly girl one glorious morning, Felt the joy of life transforming, And she cast aside the red-brick past, As beauty reigned upon her form, She chased the pleasure that is life, And soared beyond the rain and storm. For now the future beckoned glowing, The earth in splendour hers for knowing, Even though she gleaned vulnerability And how she all too easily cried, She prepared to engage the roughness of life, Betrothed to the world a butterfly bride.