[Every Monday (until I run out of them), I’m posting a poem of mine that has fallen out from the submission process for some reason. In most cases, it will be one where I’ve received no response to my submission for at well over a year or more. Maybe the magazine I submitted them to has folded, the submission was lost in the post, or whatever. So, these poems can be seen as lost, orphans, of uncertain status, or something like that.]
These poems are also posted to ABCTales.
Candle Flames And Butterflies
Would you like to see this thought
start out burning
like the yellow-golden flame
on the white candle,
skittering and stuttering
in the soft breeze drifting
through the open cottage window?
The way the flame will rise up,
leaving the candle behind and below.
Rising up towards the roof-beams
where it will metamorphose
into a red-orange butterfly.
Its wings a steady even shimmer
as dawn lights this dark bedroom.
Then the butterfly turns
towards the new morning
out through the open window
to disappear into the dawn.
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