Rusty Butterfly (Re-Shaped)

by Paul Tristram / August 4th, 2019

I saw this butterfly the other day,
it was a thing of such beauty
that I just had to stop and watch it,
until it flittered out of view.
It was a kind of powdery white,
only not a thin fragile sort,
but a thick healthy kind,
and it had rust coloured wings.
I’m serious,
I’ve never seen anything quite like it,
it was perfectly white (Almost too perfect)
until halfway along the wings
(That’s right, about by there, yeah)
and then it was a lovely orange,
rusty colour…
it was indeed magnificent.
I never thought that rust was beautiful before,
but the next time I see some,
I’m going to stop and venture a look,
and damn it,
but I might discover something special.
And all because of that little butterfly
which flittered along the grassy verge
of a busy city street,
while everyone else refused,
or was too busy,
to acknowledge its existence but me.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer who deals in the Lowlife, Outsider, and Outlaw genres.  He wrote his first poem as a teenager following his release from the (Infamous) Borstal ‘HMP Portland’, and he has been creating Literary Terrorism ever since. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.

This article was posted on Sunday, August 4th, 2019 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.