Butterfly Laughter Poem by Katherine Mansfield
Butterfly Laughter
In the middle of our porridge plates
There was a blue butterfly painted
And each morning we tried who should reach the
butterfly first.
Then the Grandmother said: 'Do not eat the poor
butterfly.'
That made us laugh.
Always she said it and always it started us laughing.
It seemed such a sweet little joke.
I was certain that one fine morning
The butterfly would fly out of our plates,
Laughing the teeniest laugh in the world,
And perch on the Grandmother's lap.
Ha, ha, ha...! Nice technique of grand mother makes children take food fast! She lives forever indeed through this poem!
You were plunged in a solemn state of awareness where you oppose your mere instincts and went overboard. This somehow created an illusion of me to oppose from your piece. It's terrifyingly wonderful... Thanks for this good poem. :)
Loved this poem about the butterfly. I love butterflies. Check out my poem BUTTERFLY OF DEATH.
So sweet and poetically innocent. May not be felt nor understood in the savage world of today.
An excellent author, writer and poetess. I know almost all her short stories. Constantly a surprise in the story.5 Stars TOP. CONGRATS being chosen as The Classic Poem Of The Day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2025 5:48:02 AM # 1.0.0
Another adorable poem by Ms. Mansfield. Loved it! A '10! ' I'm not going to tell her to keep writing as I've noticed some have, since she died in 1923! : 0) Marilyn