Photo by Dianne Turner
They told you, you’d get hurt
but like a butterfly
dangling in the summer sun
you waited for your delicate wings
to burn
you were not disappointed
sitting there looking so fragile
your papery wings failing
thinking yourself
vulnerable
like one of those girls
who end up
with colours fading
while life
goes on around them
a fantasy contrived
because
butterflies never hide
not even from storms – how could they
always carried away by cyclones
fighting on the periphery
floating in the eye
regaining strength
for the finale
emerging
into blue skies
dancing
and you
in your elusive disguise
were never in any doubt
about the steps
were you
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Poignant. Beautifully written.
first, i love butterflies…little sky dancers…
and there is always the danger of getting hurt…
of getting caught up int he wind storm…
but then again, the option is not to dance.
really like how you used so many excellent examples of imagery here, both physical and emotional. Also, especially like how you tied a bigger picture, metaphor in, woven all along subtly, yet grows right at the end. Really nicely done here. And funny thing, had a snowstorm pass through today here, really wish we had some butterflies around about now:)
Love the strength and pride here ~ I use of butterfly is a lovely image ~
wow – really like this but LOVE those last few lines – very very nice! K
Dianne, now, I call that serendipitous, how weird you and I both wrote about the butterfly. They are such fragile creatures, and it is so sad to see what is happening to them. A delicate write.
Pamela
heck…there’s so much strength in this..the knowing and still… butterflies don’t hide…wow..really good write
You see things so clearly. The ending is gorgeous.
I ove the way this is woven together Di. Fine writing.
of course that should say love – terrible typing 😦