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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