Over at the dVerse Poets Pub, Grace invites us to succumb to the whimsical charm of Joel Robison’s photography and write a poem either inspired by his imagery or else to create a world which doesn’t quite play by the rules we know. I think my Poetic Muse would agree whole-heartedly with that! Thank you very much, Joel, for letting us use your images for our poetry and be sure to visit Joel’s blog and gallery for lots more inspiration.
It should have been something more substantial
but no, my Muse chose butterfly wings for itself!
It alights for a flicker of eyelids,
then skims across ponds encircled in rushes.
It sets each flower afire with its quiver.
All eyes follow in strange enchantment:
A shimmering trance of something not quite glimpsed.
Far too short it tarries with me.
Presto, presto, at times some allegretto,
it flashes its mottled colour onto the next bloom.
Will there be butterflies next season?
I’m growing old and my trousers are still unrolled,
as I set out with fine mesh netting
to capture, to sample, to add to my butterfly collection.