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
5 comments:
Extravagant.
The perfect description of the fellow.
Beautiful poem.
xo,
p
A fitting tribute to a very grand fellow creature.
Cait, may I thank you again for letting us see what you see. I very much admire your writing and vision.
xo
lovely. really captured the beauty and elegance.
This was beautiful. It was a wonderful tribute to such a wonderful creature. Thank you so much for sharing.
Split Site PhD
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