a butterfly ball

by Peter Humphreys

they took me
by surprise
as if in
not after
a day dream
around my feet
as I sat
under my elder tree
where butterflies
drying their wings
flat on the warm
stone pathway
red and yellow and black
black and speckled gold
it was not just the buddleja
though its tiny golden hearted
purple flowers would help
but no
not entirely
they must have hatched
I think
from where I know not
but here they were
as in a dream
though real
antenae bending
wings lifted
then downwards
in the warm
gentle breeze
our cat, Katriona,
was oblivious to all this
or maybe she was just
as spellbound as me
on such a day
as never before
my feet
by gentle butterflies


Author's Note:

Posted on 07/08/2010
Copyright © 2023 Peter Humphreys

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Tom Goss on 07/08/10 at 03:38 PM

Very nice flow and form, enjoyed!

Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 07/08/10 at 05:25 PM

quite the treat! sounds like an amazing day.

Posted by George Hoerner on 07/08/10 at 07:16 PM

Another fine one Peter! I recall years ago being inside a screened in area where there were all kinds of plants and the butterflies were all over. It was beautiful as is your poem.

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