Poetry: A Poem about Butterflies - 'The Love of Broken Things'
The Love of Broken Things
In amongst the attic dust
A broken frame
That once displayed
Trapped on pins
The glass, long gone,
The joins, unglued
And those flightless
Torn and damaged
Jewels of the air
Netted, all brief life
Stolen in an instant
Motes of dust dance
A memory of lost summer
I brush the cobwebs
From the mount
My heart lurches
A flame snuffed out
That queer feeling in my chest
They were in death
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