Pale brimstone
on days windblown
hover flower to flower
ducking Spring's sudden shower
Common butterflies so blue
each season,two generations new
small heath,argus,marbled white
&speckled brown,slow in flight
Winter's caterpillars green &small
fragile miracles,to enthrall
Oh gentle and harmless creature with wings!
Didst thou the most delightful message bring,
or didst thou the wordless serenade sing?
Thou pleasant kisser whose touch never stings;
angelic in flight, just like a fairy.
Manoeuvring wings that constantly merry.
Thou watchest the calm and summer gardens,
and with thy tender touch no petal hardens.
Thy flight comes with its attendant sweetness
in an air of atmospheric freshness.
Thou art no doubt a messenger of peace.
Can thy seasoned etiquette ever cease,
or even thy flight of life and Goodwill?
Without thee, no one could eat to their fill.
Spread your wings,
Then fly away,
You're more loved,
Day after day.
You're so beautiful,
But you're also strong,
If you're caught,
It's not for that long.
You're very brave,
Even when you're afraid,
Your passionate soul,
Will never be able to fade.
So go ahead and fly,
Leave without a goodbye.
Enraptured by a butterfly one day,
I watched her from beneath a shady tree.
She flitted all about, then stopped to stay
upon a flower; how delightfully
she lingered there, a fascinating sight!
Her wings were blue, a most enchanting hue
against the flower’s petals pink and white.
Entranced, I stared at her until she flew
away. Then suddenly I found that I
was wafting with the wind above the land!
My arms were wings the color of the sky,
and dreamily I viewed the earth so grand.
As if by magic, I turned out to be
The butterfly that captivated me!
For Brian Strand's CONTEST NO 203 any form/theme max of 14 lines
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.