Wax Butterflies

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


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 ...



  • Fay Slimm.

    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

    • Neville

      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

      • Fay Slimm.

        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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      • orchidee

        Good write Neville.
        Did she run off with me when she disappeared? Probably! lol.

        • Neville

          If you cant remember, then no .. because you most surely would remember that, I can tell ya .. thanks tho for askin....................N 🙂

          • orchidee

            Is this the same lass you keep meeting, or different ones? You (and her/they) gets around!

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          • L. B. Mek

            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

            • Neville

              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

            • dusk arising

              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.

              • Neville

                ............... Many massive thanks my friend, another welcome, encouraging and as always, much appreciated visit..
                .............. Neville

              • MendedFences27

                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.

                • Neville

                  ........... Thank you kindly sir ..

                • Goldfinch60

                  Your words show how special she was in life and still is in your memories, those memories will be forever with you.


                  • Neville

                    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 ...

                  • orchidee

                    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?

                    • Neville

                      ........... Unfortunately, the one that inspired these words is still dead Orchidee , but again, thanks for asking ..

                      • orchidee

                        Ohh, sorry.

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