It starts out as a lullaby.
Incandescent,
Halcyon,
Full of felicity.
Tranquil and lithe
As it cascades through
Meadows of enchanting
Sweetness.
But, all too often
In this rhapsodic and crepuscular
World,
Serenity is damaged.
Little by little,
The songbirds of life
Become discouraged,
And lose themselves in their chrysalises of pain.
Categories:
chrysalises, 12th grade, abuse, cry,
Form: Free verse
A capricious old wizard, with fastidious old cat
In an idyllic cottage, wears a manta and hat
Gulps an insidious potion, of chrysalises crushed
With dragon jam, root pulp, and magical dust
A rhapsodic litany, of unintelligible, verse
In evanescent malaise, conjures his curse
(mumbling curse)
suoicirpac suoiditsaf cillydi atnam suoidisni
sesilasyrhc cidospahr ynatil tnecsenave esialam
namsilat serihppas teclud yticilef tnaidar
regnibrah arohtelp citamsirahc ytiminauqe nale
Waves a talisman of sapphires, afixed to his staff
Emits dulcet humming, suddenly he laughs
Starts spinning midair, in felicity
In a radiant flash, a harbinger is seen
A chimera where fire breathing dragons are lore
And a plethora, of broom riding witches no more
The charismatic old soothsayer floats to his feet
In exhausted equanimity drifts off to sleep
The elan harbinger visits his dream
Reassuring the old man of all he had seen
words are spelled backwards in the chant. "Poemdog" Daniel Turner
20 word challenge
Categories:
chrysalises, fairy, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Wafting on winds many miles from home.
Hovering together splashes of black and white.
A Zebra Longwing colony home from the day’s roam,
Oh, how happy I was to see that old familiar sight.
Monarchs and Viceroys dash back and forth.
But Zebra Longwings roost after each days dance.
How did they get here so far north?
Eggs or chrysalises traveled by hurricane, perchance.
The pungent scent of lantana, there nourishment lies.
A delicious yellow and orange feast; oh sight.
The sweet nectar would fill the visiting butterflies.
Thickets and trees were explored, too, with delight.
Gathering at night, hovering, unlike other types.
That nostalgic moment felt so good inside.
Remembering long ago chasing illusive stripes.
Years had passed but butterfly kisses still abide.
© April 11, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: A Butterfly's Trail Of Kisses
Sponsored by: Gail Doyle
Categories:
chrysalises, animals, mystery, nature,
Form: Quatrain