Chaos
A butterfly stirred within in my curious hand
Hesitant to take the offered nectar
Golden, amber, sweet
It’s tongue long and curled appeared
Lapping gently with distraction
I looked up at the sign
Butterflies for sale, $12
Wings translucent in half dream light
Shimmer, golden-blue
It walked on insect legs tickling my finger
The drone of its brethren could be heard
Pressing against crystal cages
Rainbows glittered fleetingly
Dust beaten to the ground – luxuriant in growth
An angry tide: waiting
‘I’ll take this one’ the teller nods
A golden leash of fine spun silk
I decline the offer and pay with jewels
Coloured rock ice – for a little chaos
Outside a red sky over silver sand
I look to Chaos and open my hand
Blue glittered fleetingly
Freedom I whispered
A breeze blew it away
Posted: Thursday, November 5th, 2009 @ 1:54 pm
Categories: Poems.
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