Wax Butterflies
I do still miss her you know
at least I do
occasionally ..
and always in a panama hat ..
No, not the one you gave her
but similar ..
and sitting sipping water from
the same cracked stone jug ..
That’s how I often picture her
These days
and anyway ..
The last time, the day was a
bitch .. talk about hot
Even so .. those well-worn steps
were still cool
and kind of kind to the feet ..
Did I mention she
appeared to me, then to be
drowning and lost tho’ in my
over-sized
and paint daubed shirt .. Yes
the one, that used to be mine
Tired as it was
and tied loose at the waist .. Hey,
don’t you think she looked great
Yes I noticed the same buttons
were missing
and that look on her face,
the one that said
Yes, this is me and I’m free
Oh’ fuck .. for a moment or two
I almost forgot she was free ..
But hey ..
my imagination ran riot that day
and for all that I know
she may have just melted away
right there, before
these very blue eyes of mine ..
Much like that wax butterfly
she once took from the window
to protect
and keep out of the sun ..
As soon as I dared tho’ turn around
and look back,
They had both disappeared and were gone ...
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Author:
Neville (
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A dream of a read that takes a tale and embellishes its half-remembered meanings to leave readers again in romantic intrigue - who, when and where we have to imagine - what a gift your mind is to poetry Nev......................x
that my dear friend is a sentiment I feel compelled to reciprocate ... many thanks Fay .. gotta dash, am off to your neck o the woods this mane ... x
Ah - a long tall neck has my woods mon ami from north and Peranporth or mid into Portreath then south west to Penzance - - hope your journey went well for you Nev..............x-
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Good write Neville.
Did she run off with me when she disappeared? Probably! lol.
If you cant remember, then no .. because you most surely would remember that, I can tell ya .. thanks tho for askin....................N 🙂
Is this the same lass you keep meeting, or different ones? You (and her/they) gets around!
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how easy your words flow, tripping us from one stanza to the next, simple lines - morphing to deeply contemplative metaphorical imagery:
'Much like that wax butterfly
she once took from the window
to protect
and keep out of the sun ..'
liked the intrigue element as well
What a kind and encouraging review you have left here my friend .. when my muse goes on her holidays, I shall return to this page and your words and bask i the warmth of them ...
.......... Neville
A beautiful story told as if through a mist of mystery itself, memories, desire, regret, acceptance, a pleasure passed but not lost. Recounted as only true memories are, a collection of detail and emotion.
Another masterpiece in your style.
............... Many massive thanks my friend, another welcome, encouraging and as always, much appreciated visit..
.............. Neville
Wax or otherwise, the life of a "butterfly" is short, and I read that this was a short relationship, "appeared to me then to be drowning," "yes this is me and I'm free," but one well remembered, " I do still miss her."
Fond memories arising on occasion, along with a melancholy of 'maybe,' 'what if?' A sesual recall that ends on, "they both disappeared and were gone." I especially liked the casual tone of this poem. It brings the images into focus as a casual occurrence, but now remains with a powerful draw. Loved it. - Phil A.
........... Thank you kindly sir ..
Your words show how special she was in life and still is in your memories, those memories will be forever with you.
Andy
how and indeed why that happens , is indeed one of life's many mysteries isn't it Andy .. and why are so very few people, so very special .... bless ya crimson n gold locks sir ...
Note to self: If I got nothing sensible to say, don't say anything at all!
But then - I may not make any comments at all! lol.
How's that lass today?
........... Unfortunately, the one that inspired these words is still dead Orchidee , but again, thanks for asking ..
Ohh, sorry.
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