They called her Aponi at birth
but she was known as the butterfly queen
constantly surrounded by flapping wings
without them she is never seen
They fly around her ivy and jade diadem
and nestle in her green hair
she loves them above all humanity
as they actually seem to care
They seem to listen to her problems
as she cups them in her hands
she would like to believe they know what she says
or at least partially understand
They stay with her through all seasons
they have a special place in her room at home
she treasures and respects them all
as they are the only things to ensure she is never alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, I can 'buy' the sad topic. Being alone can be tragic, and, that Aponi would be alone without those ever-present wimgs, is sad. But sadder still would be if the wings disappeared as well. Another very fine poem from you, Profanisaurus. To MyPoemList, and I may use it in May Showcase if you don't send one in the next few weeks Have a swizzle stick evening....with all the trimmings! Bri :)