Summerfly

By well-wisher

Fri, 19 Apr 2013
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Running through a summers day,
I chased a butterfly of blue and gold
but it would always fly away;
would never stay still long enough to hold.

That butterfly has long since gone
just like the summer day through which I ran
but I’m sure that it flutters on
gently resting within an angels hand.

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
I really adored this poem JoHn, especially that last line. Beautifully done. Jenny.

 

Submitted by The Walrus on
A lovely, magical piece, Well-wisher.

Submitted by well-wisher on
Thank you, Jenny. It was inspired by a famous poem by François Villon, "Ballad of the Ladies of Times Past" and a butterfly seemed like a good metaphor/simile for the lost Summers of yesteryear. Glad that you enjoyed it.

Oh look, a link. I wonder where it leads.

JoHn

Submitted by well-wisher on
Thank you, Walrus. Sadly, I didn't do any butterfly chasing as a small child. My nose was always stuck in comic books or I was watching movies. I only thank goodness that I didn't have all the computer games that todays children have.

Oh look, a link. I wonder where it leads.

JoHn