Butterflies Rise - Poem by Liza Jones
A red admiral emerges from its madder lair, alarmed!
An idler of drama! From dreams to a laird!
Lo! the litany of the tortoise shell inhere, twixt peer, genesis is,
At rest pupa pressed ingot fate, waiting patiently a holier troth
In the lee, utopia tossed teased rising oft.
O! Battle cry of momentum O fate!
Crumb of a lofty mating I spy:
A memento of the comma butterfly!
The silken kiss of a nymph priestess:
A Peacocks tryst spun this chrysalis!
A Breastplate of Jade, brown and silver spots: afflatus!
Trestle wings in filial fanning, crimson mist:
Fabled hews in spirituous groves sift and fuse.
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