BUTTERFLY’S FLIGHT
-For Jen
There it is, almost on cue
Scratching a flight path
Like an angry signature
It’s former self discarded
It’s tissued-wings beating
Like my heart
When thoughts of you
Will not settle
When I unpick stitches between us
Let roam the predators
Through the turnstiles of chaos
Until, almost on cue
The garden sings it’s lullaby
In blades and shades of green
Every note sidling-up
Lingering after-touch
Easing the butterfly’s flight
To the buddleia, where it settles
It’s wings lightly pressed together
Like a pair of hands in pray
Oh, Michael. Such a poignant poem, with such original and memorable images: flight path like an angry signature, wings pressed together like a pair of hands in prayer... And the way you weave loss and tenderness through it so masterfully and take us through the chaos out to a resting place of peace on the buddleia. Beautiful!
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ReplyDeleteit's (it is) a beautiful poem! i feel petty even mentioning this...but you don't actually need the apostrophes in your three possessive its-es...i used to struggle with this but a teacher told me that an object that's an it isn't capable of ownership...but if you can spell an it's out as it is, then the apostrophe is needed for the elision
ReplyDeleteactually, there are 4 instances...and you could try without the It's-es at all...I think most of them are not needed; try adding a comma at the end of the prior lines and see what you think
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