And yet...
Flight of the Nymphalidae
The cataclysmic shudder of fate’s wings
Sets forth the course to launch my virgin flight
Yet still—the firetail finches sing of spring
.
The only limit my imaginings
I’d dreamt of constellations blazing bright
(The cataclysmic shudder of fate’s wings)
.
Naïve and ill-prepared for worldly things
The monsters dressed in human form—their bite
Yet still—the firetail finches sing of spring
.
Despite the shattering cruelty of life’s stings
I shan’t surrender gently to the night
(The cataclysmic shudder of fate’s wings)
.
Behold—one winter, love just sauntered in
The dark and frost thawed into warmth and light
Yet still—the firetail finches sing of spring
.
A thousand lives, a thousand deaths fate brings
How many more will fill this tale I write
(The cataclysmic shudder of fate’s wings)
Yet still—the firetail finches sing of spring
About the Creator
Paris Rosemont
Thai Australian poet. Author of poetry collections 'Banana Girl' and 'Barefoot Poetess'.
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Comments (6)
I see the nod to Dylan Thomas. Such a brief life and the villanelle lends itself so well to the cycle of brevity for the butterfly.
Wonderfully written – really enjoyed reading your poem.
Congratulations ! This draws the reader into your world.
This flows so smoothly and speaks volumes. Well done!
Really lovely piece! Congrats!
"The monsters dressed in human form." That is the ultimate truth! Loved your poem!