Monday, November 18, 2019

Monarch

Photo by Suzanne D. Williams on Unsplash

On the branch, bundled; sleeping
Resting from its insect creeping
In renewal steeping
Tucked away from gazes peeping;
Chrysalis sways.
And morphs from gentle green to clear
Then at last the cracks appear
Now it’s time for the premier:
Watch the tenant fly away.



Written for dVerse


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9 comments:

  1. tonispencerNovember 18, 2019 at 6:51 PM

    Very nice. The rhythm of this put me in mind of the Raven

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  2. Frank HubenyNovember 18, 2019 at 8:12 PM

    Nice description of that transformation and nice sound in your poem.

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  3. De JacksonNovember 18, 2019 at 8:13 PM

    Such a gorgeous description of the process. Wonderful.

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  4. Gillena CoxNovember 19, 2019 at 6:49 AM

    Yes, as Toni says, it does take the mind back to Raven. I thought it quite delightful building up that way from the sleeping pupa to the ready-to-fly wings

    Much✏love

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  5. robkistnerNovember 19, 2019 at 7:09 AM

    The crack that bursts life!

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  6. indybevNovember 19, 2019 at 9:25 AM

    The emerging of the monarch, beautifully written!

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  7. Jade LiNovember 19, 2019 at 7:32 PM

    You've written this just right, told a life cycle in 44 words of wonder.

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  8. brudbergNovember 20, 2019 at 1:11 PM

    This was a wonderful moment before the butterfly flew

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  9. purplepeninportland.comNovember 22, 2019 at 5:51 PM

    Loved the rhyming in this tale of a new life.

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