Alexander Averin

Wednesday, 3 July 2013


A Rarity

A Monarch butterfly, regal wanderer,
flies from the bottom of the world over
field and meadow, prairie and city, her
migration secret,  always unfollowed.
Such rarity, a welcome migrant in
a hostile land, queen of all her domain.
Dark-veined, extravagant, she flies on stained-
glass wings of ochre, tawny citrus and the
darkest ebony.  She craves the sweetest
milkweed, not for her the parched aridity
of stony common land laced with groundsel,
or ragwort, that noxious old-man-of-the-spring.
For scarcity value she is priceless;
no-one’s familiar, no mere butterfly
which is quickly viewed and soon forgotten 

Cait O’Connor


Pamela Terry and Edward said...

The perfect description of the fellow.
Beautiful poem.

Dave King said...

A fitting tribute to a very grand fellow creature.

Frances said...

Cait, may I thank you again for letting us see what you see. I very much admire your writing and vision.


Susan Moorhead said...

lovely. really captured the beauty and elegance.

Anonymous said...

This was beautiful. It was a wonderful tribute to such a wonderful creature. Thank you so much for sharing.

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