Butterfly flutters over the wall

Tugged by a rogue sea breeze

Across the rippling mud brown river.

Butterfly flutters flickering on bright wings

Across the sun-dappled water.

How long, I wonder, can butterfly wings

Beat a steady course for unknown shores

Before they crumple, weary, upon a wavetip?

Bright wings turn black with distance,

Frail silhouette, still fluttering up and down

Searching for an elusive flower

Finding only the ripe salt smell of the incoming tide.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

11 thoughts on “Butterfly”

      1. It really is amazing, isn’t it? Maybe they just fold themselves up and become like leaves. xx 🙂

  1. Nice and to think when I go to the beach I don’t see any butterflies. You must live up north as I live down south. I absolutely love your paintings and poetry. I want to put you on my blog again as I’m figuring out my path and where I want to go with gardenlilie.

    1. I live on a different continent, Kim 🙂 This butterfly was making its way across the Garonne. I hope it made it to the other side.
      Thanks for thinking of me for your blog. I looked out for the first post but never found it. I kept getting the message that the blog wasn’t working. If the problem’s sorted I’d be pleased to send you something when you kick off again.

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