Butterfly Of Death - Poem by Kim Barney
I was sitting in my garden
Just relaxing in my garden
Doing nothing in my garden
When I saw a butterfly
Butterfly there in my garden
Appearing there of a sudden
Not surprising in my garden
To appear a butterfly
There was something very different
In this creature from my garden
Beautiful he was but fright'ning
Butterfly in my garden
Something he was saying to me
Something softly whispered to me
Something audible just barely
This butterfly in my garden
His words came softly to my ear
Those words were soft but they were clear
My blood ran cold when I did hear
Yo soy la Marisposa de la Muerte!
I understood those words, all right
And my whole soul was filled with fright
To die just now did not seem right
So I feigned ignorance
Spanish, I do not speak, I said
Please try some other tongue instead
Or go away and leave me be,
Strange creature from my garden
Closer he came, my fright increased
My heart beat faster, almost ceased
And once more spoke the little beast:
Ich bin der Schmetterling des Todes!
I do not understand, my friend.
That sounds like German (I pretend
I'm unable to comprehend
This creature from my garden)
Closer he came, within three feet
My heart increased its frantic beat
Louder he spoke, almost a bleat:
Eu sou a Borboleta da Morte!
Filled with terror am I by now
Thinking I must escape somehow
Yet I know this he'll not allow,
This specter from my garden
My mouth is dry, I cannot speak
I try to run but I'm too weak
And then he lands upon my cheek,
This phantom from my garden!
I am all numb and paralyzed
All my worst fears are realized
These words I hear with my last breath:
I am the Butterfly of Death!
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Written 20 Jan 2015
Recife, Pernambuco, Brasil
Note: I deactivated this poem (temporarily, I thought) to see what poem PH would put in its place as one of my most popular ones, but when I went to reactivate it, I could not do so. I was forced to resubmit it. I still have about a dozen other poems that have to be redone also.
17 August 2016
Note: On 25 March 2017 this poem was selected as Member Poem of the day, one of five poems so far to receive this honor.
Thank you, Poem Hunter!
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