Butterfly

photo courtesy Rosie Hardy

He called her a delicate flower

And pressed her petals between pages of the Bible to preserve her

He compared her skin to fine porcelain

And wrapped her in garments so she would not break

He spoke of her beauty as a work of art

And set her behind glass to protect and display her

He said she was his beautiful and rare butterfly

And he tried to pin her wings to always possess her

But the book covers flew open

And the garments rent

And the glass shattered

And she

Floated out the door

And flew away

submitted for One Shoot Sunday at One Stop Poetry

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dVerse Poets Pub, New Beginnings