poem written based upon this image--for online poetry class
poem submitted to "1485" poetry contest, Brian Strand, sponsor, 7/1/2026
from the book’s open cradle, a rush of color lifted~ soft wings trembling like thoughts just born, those delicate immigrants rising from ink into air. they gathered in a gentle rabble, a drifting, shimmering chorus of saffron, coral, and moon-washed blue~ each one carrying a quiet story the pages could no longer hold. upward they traveled a migration of light toward the turquoise sky, where the wind waited to welcome their wandering, to scatter their small miracles across the wide, listening world. From the book’s open heart, a rabble of butterflies rose~ saffron flickers, cerulean shivers, petals of pink and ember-gold fluttering into freedom. They drifted upward like loosened dreams, each wing a watercolor whisper of places yet imagined~ delicate immigrants carrying quiet stories the pages could no longer contain. Across the turquoise stillness they traveled, a bright migration of meaning stitching color into the sky, leaving the book glowing behind them as if every word had learned to fly.
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