Treasure Island

Dónall Dempsey

(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

' ' ' ' ' A SURPRISE OF BUTTERFLIES(for Helen and her girl child)


A cluster
(is that the correct term
for the collective noun)

a cluster
of butterflies?

Maybe it should be
a joy of butterflies

a surprise of butterflies.

My little girl

as they invade
our garden

even settling upon
as if she were

a walking

She young enough
to believe

are the fairies

one reads about.

& Reality

for this one



A kindle of kittens...a watch of nightingales...a sulk of foxes! I love the surprising collectives...they are almost surreal.

Submitted: Thursday, June 18, 2009
Edited: Friday, August 28, 2009

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  • Original Unknown Girl (6/22/2009 2:47:00 AM)

    Gorgeous poem dear Donall, I love how you bring things to life so effortlessly. Just beautiful - thank you. HG: -) xx p.s. butterflies are a recurring theme just now so your poem is right on cue! (Report) Reply

  • Ashraful Musaddeq (6/18/2009 11:34:00 AM)

    Imagination and realitly becomes one, a walking flower... very lovely poem with wonderful metaphors. I love this poem.10+++ (Report) Reply

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