evaporate

Hello, dear friends!

In this week’s poem, I try to turn the camera. Reverse the lens to a different point of view.

We have all read a thousand great poems about butterflies… but what about the butterfly’s shadow? Don’t they count?

And what about the faeries? Not always our friends and often quite mischievous, even dangerous.

Then there is the headier stuff – transformation, birth, death, beauty – all folded into (what I hope) proves to be a playfully dark read for all of you.

Please let me know your thoughts and feelings in the Comments Section below. Enjoy!

-PS Conway ☘ ☘ ☘

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evaporate

spent so much time in this cocoon

perfecting perfect in every way

hidden amongst the ribbons fair

hung like prayers

on this seaside hawthorn tree

seems i may’ve outstayed my welcome

for the treebound fae had their way with me

tampered with my vain transcendence

divvied my cells

with pixie spells in two

spring forth, emerge, to the beach below

i flitter and flit along the pebbles

a beautiful butterfly glides above

and i stare back…

its echoed black shadow

stare back in awe of my new face

the grace with which we deftly navigate

currents of air under the sun

until a cloud blots out the light and i

evaporate