Butterfly

S Thomas Ansell

 Down the air
     He falls sun-lazy
 Debonair
     Upon a daisy;

 Now he drifts
     To fall between
 Snowy rifts
     Of scented bean;

 And where petals
     Lift in flight,
 There he settles
     Hid from sight.

Commentary

To round off the theme, a guest poem from Uma Raman

The real test….
Read the poem out aloud. The musicality and rhyme actually make you drunk as you follow this tippler’s descent.

— Uma

The Wondering Minstrels, poem #563 · 1 October 2000

Guest poem submitted by Uma Raman

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From the Wondering Minstrels mailing list, 1999–2008.

P G MURTHY · 5 October 2000

Dear friends,

That was a very beautiful poem. I can see the butterfly with all its beauty gentling descending amidst the peace of a garden and the flowers. I wonder who is this poet, what else has he or she written? Can Umaraman enlighten me who is woefully ignorant?

P.G.Murthy

Michael J. Monteith · 8 May 2008

Beautiful, simple poem, but well structured with excellent imagery.

Michael J Monteith