Pixie dust on wings
Pretty pieces of magic
Patterned, arrayed intricately
Speckled, burnished
Some wearing the sky
Or the blue, gold and orange
Of a flame!
Tremulous
Tantalizing
Making me fret
Caged within barred windows
Speaking words
When I should be wearing their colours
Velveteen.
Dotted with pollen
Never still
For the beauty
Still to savour!
Winging
Weaving
Kissing blossoms
Sipping fragrance
Sybaritic?
Yet.
That I could savour
Just this sight
Drink this enchantment
And find a song…
My caged soul
For now
Wears those butterfly wings.
29 September, 2014
This is Day 3, written for Ramblings in February 🙂 What is that? Click on picture 🙂
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