Butterfly

Butterflies

Butterflies

No More Poppies in July

No More Poppies in July

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not Passchendaele, nor Somme,
Ypres or Armentiéres.
no memories of anyone
fallen in this field, yet poppies
bloom in their thousands.
red hues undulating across
an ephemeral landscape.

what is it She mourns?

She mourns the falling
of the Butterfly, nature driven
to the ghetto, replaced by
bivouacs of modern soldiers.

She mourns green
turning to grey
and suns eclipsed
by slated ridgeways.

She mourns her last Tango
in this fallen landscape.

Poppies can never shatter tarmac graves.

© Davy D 2017

Chasing Butterflies

Chasing Butterflies

An array of Cabbage White and
Red Admiral bask on lavender,
Teasing a pen to paper.

Cupped hands chase air – the
Butterfly nurtured to move
Beyond arms reach, leaving
A brain derelict for description.

Exhausted,
All that’s left
Are vague shadows and
Scribbles on a half empty page.

© Davy D 2017

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