National Insect Week Poetry Challenge: Take part with Yvonne Marjot, Anjum Wasir Dar, Alan Toltzis, Debbie Strange, Maryann Corbett, Stuart Buck, Dai Fry and myself. Monday: Dragonflies. Tuesday: Wasps And Bees, Wednesday: Ants, Thursday: Beetles, Friday: Butterflies, Saturday: Moths, Sunday: Flies. Email me and I will add yours to my daily WordPress posts, also posted to Twitter and Facebook. You can still add to all the posts already published. Here are today’s: Butterflies

Friday: Butterflies

Butterflies’ Finding Joy in Fluttering’

Delicate majestic royal
tiny fluttering  fragile flyers,
the fine beauty of  gardens
the butterflies-

multicolored, patterned winged
true and rare like Riodinae
the smallest Lycaenides, the
common family of Blues
little whites flying close to the
ground are ‘Psyche’-
And Great Mormon with
velvety wings found in forests thick.
Butterflies by day delight the eye
moths by night, with hairy antennae
tell the watchful, flight by dye-
Skippers Coppers even Tigers are
in, the metamorphosis of life-

what a fine lesson of adaptation
in times of pandemic change in nations
Man will always find nature glowing
showing courage, praying bowing.
Who best to be the change, without a
cry but the tender carefree tiny butterfly.

-anjum wasim dar
Copyright  CER  2020

 

Debbie Strange Blue Morpho unfolding Butterflies

) “a Blue Morpho” – monoku, Otata 36, December 2018

Debbie Strange a blue morpho butterflies

“daydreaming” – monoku haiga, Incense Dreams 3.1, October 2019

in my garden
a gatekeeper butterfly
basks in the sun
I cover my pale body
only coming out at night

Tanka published in Cattails, September 2016

it was
as if she were
a butterfly
the way words flew
from her open hands

tanka published in Cattails, April 2018

we once played
in this tangled garden,
enchanted
by the quiet fireworks
of bergamot and butterflies

tanka published in Atlas Poetica 36, February 2019

=Debbie Strange

Alan Toltzis Butterflies 1

Alan Toltzis Butterflies 2

-Alan Toltzis

Summerhouse Tristan Moss

=Tristan Moss

Fritillary

Scrap of Turkish
carpet, October leaf;

airborne
dancer riding fragrant
currents

with skip and dart;
pearled slurper

of nectaries
of ragged-robin,
bugle, self-heal.
buttercup.

Not so bad then
an inchworm life

of toil and spin
heave and crawl,

if our reward
were this.

(The poem has been previously published in In The Cinema
( Playdead Press 2014 ) and is to appear in the forthcoming Emma Press,
Anthology of insects.)

-Stephen Bone

sonja butterfly

. black hearts .

black topics.
cause and effects,
the butterfly’s wing.
so here on the night watch,
all is quiet , no birds sing.
touched by the small thing,
softly, we drew together,
with words, and gestures
in air, in mind.
touched by the old things
i draw and weave
the ways of night.
upload the black heart,
later.
i write, edit, delete.
words here,
you cannot see,
do they leave a trace,
tell me.
do you sense their meaning?
and the rhyme,
are there codes
between the lines.
is there something
in words not said,
or is it here,
as clear,
as day.
when it comes..

sbm.

Butterfly Unit

Old equivalents:
insect metamorphosis
and the grade-school class

blundering with me
through a weed-choked patch along
railroad rights-of-way,

plucking milkweed plants.
On fat leaves, Danainae
bug-adolescents

hunch, gorging, brainless
motor-mouths on sixteen legs,
to be seized and press-

ganged to middle-schools.
Clown-clad and ridiculous,
writhing their own rules,

in the end they close
off all contact, lacquered to
one long, studied pose –

held, the way one holds
breath, waiting to see what form
so much thought unfolds.

Later, on school lawns,
whoops of pleasure will set free
gold-and-sable gowns.

Old, the lesson here.
Teachers stand and clap as lives
lurch, lift, disappear.

-Maryann Corbett (previously published in The Harlequin)

Clouds

There is a country path
bound by a country hedge
and a field of barley.
Blood splatter of poppies,
heads of hot crimson shame.

And early summer bakes
the fields and hills.
And you walk slow
and dusty.

And all the way
down the slope
to the wooden fingerpost.
Clouds of butterflies
erupt from the hedge
woven of bladder campion,
hazel, old mans beard,
scarlet pimpernel and
hogweed… a pretence
of cow parsley.

© Dai Fry 25th June 2020.

As The Butterfly Flies

A splash of colour,
hurricanes flutter.
Wind it its wings,
my heart sings.

A merry sight,
a silent flight.
A tedious existence,
duplication resistance.

My gut, my heart, my eyes, my art.
Cause and effect miles apart.
Over the flower and under the leaf,
serendipity to my sister’s grief.

This memory, a moment you and I share;
as the butterfly flies unaware.

-Ria Gupta

Christina_butterfly_bleachedbutterfly[84026]

butterfly
clings to a bluebell
broken wing

A haiga in the inaugural issue of Bleached Butterfly Magazine

deeper–
in the orchid
a butterfly

The Zen Space Spring 2020 Showcase

ChristinaChin_a kiss beside the shoji screen butterflies

a kiss
beside the shoji screen
b u t t e r f l i e s

Haiga published in Akitsu Spring issue March 2020.

stay home order
butterflies swarm
my fruit feeder

Pangolin Review, Covid-19 May 2020

-Christina Chin

Butterflies Are Flames

Flicker, white, red, blue,
Every butterfly takes away your loss
on fragile wings autumnal leaves
in flight.

Don’t say you wish to be a caterpillar
again. Do not say you want to lose
your wings, fold them into your body
hang by a string a chrysalis,
turn into an eating machine again.

Every butterfly takes the last flame
of your breath and carries it from your coldness,
carries your fire, brightens the day.

-Paul Brookes

Bios And Links

-Ria Gupta, a resident of New Delhi, India. Pursuing a Bachelor’s in English Honours, an aspiring writer and an artist by passion. She is currently exploring various avenues of content writing along with managing her personal blog https://candourandflavour.wordpress.com/ . At 21, she has polished her skills through experience in varied fields like teaching, writing, performing arts, and social media management. She is now working towards assimilating and sharing it all with the world in a creative way.

Instagram : @ria_gupta
Blog : https://candourandflavour.wordpress.com/

-Stephen Bone

Stephen Bone’s latest pamphlet Plainsong ( Indigo Dreams )
appeared in 2018. A Hedgehog Press Stickleback pamphlet
due in 2020.

-Dai Fry

is an old new poet. He worked in social care but now has no day job. A keen photographer and eater of literature and lurid covers. Fascinated by nature, physics, pagans, sea and storm. His poetry seeks to capture image and tell philosophical tales. Published in Black Bough Poetry, Re-Side, The Hellebore Press and the Pangolin Review. He can be seen reading on #InternationalPoetryCircle and regularly appears on #TopTweetTuesday.
Twitter. @thnargg
Web seekingthedarklight.co.uk

Audio/Visual. @IntPoetryCircle #InternationalPoetryCircle Twitter
#TopTweetTuesday

-Christina Chin

is from Kuching, Sarawak, Malaysia. Recently she won two of City Soka Saitama’s 2020 prizes. She is the 1st place winner of the 34th Annual Cherry Blossom Sakura
Festival 2020 Haiku Contest hosted by University of Alabama’s
Capstone International Center. Her photo-haiku won a Grand Prix Award in the 8th Setouchi Matsuyama International Contest in 2019. She is published in the multilingual Haiku Anthology (Volumes 3-5) and the International Spring Saijiki. Christina is published in Haikukai (俳句界) one of Japan’s biggest monthly haiku magazines. Her poems appear in many journals including AHS Frogpond Journal, the Red Moon Anthology, Akitsu Quarterly Journal, The Asahi Shimbun, ESUJ-Haiku, Presence, Chrysanthemum, The Cicada’s Cry, The Zen Space, Wales Haiku Journal, Prune Juice, Failed Haiku and Cattails (UHTS).
You can find Christina Chin online at WordPress: https://christinachin99blog.wordpress.com/. She also maintains an ongoing scheduled blog of featured and published haiku: https://haikuzyg.blogspot.com/.
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/Christina_haiku?s=09
Instagram:
https://instagram.com/zygby22

Paul Brookes

is a shop asst. Lives in a cat house full of teddy bears. His chapbooks include The Fabulous Invention Of Barnsley, (Dearne Community Arts, 1993). The Headpoke and Firewedding (Alien Buddha Press, 2017), A World Where and She Needs That Edge (Nixes Mate Press, 2017, 2018) The Spermbot Blues (OpPRESS, 2017), Port Of Souls (Alien Buddha Press, 2018), Please Take Change (Cyberwit.net, 2018), Stubborn Sod, with Marcel Herms (artist) (Alien Buddha Press, 2019), As Folk Over Yonder ( Afterworld Books, 2019). Forthcoming Khoshhali with Hiva Moazed (artist), Our Ghost’s Holiday (Final book of threesome “A Pagan’s Year”) . He is a contributing writer of Literati Magazine and Editor of Wombwell Rainbow Interviews.

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