Poetry: A Poem about Butterflies - 'The Love of Broken Things'
The Love of Broken Things
In amongst the attic dust
I found
A broken frame
That once displayed
Five buttterflies
Trapped on pins
The glass, long gone,
The joins, unglued
Hanging askew
And those flightless
Fragile wings
Torn and damaged
Bright colours
Jewels of the air
Netted, all brief life
Stolen in an instant
Now faded
Motes of dust dance
A memory of lost summer
Even as
I brush the cobwebs
From the mount
My heart lurches
A flame snuffed out
That queer feeling in my chest
I recall
How beautiful
They were in death
Cruel admiration
Innocence lost
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