Catch me a butterfly, she had said…
And I did her bidding, like the smitten lover I was …
That I would run all day in the woods…
Happy like a lark, chasing winged beauties…
Each second spent in pursuit of the prize…
Rising each morning, earlier than the cockerel..
In time I caught not one but a hundred…
Not dead, but alive and flapping with life…
Each one like my Catherine, beautiful but not free…
Author Note: So this is for the poetry/writing 201 Day 2 challenge: Gift, Acrostic, Simile
Great acrostic. It wasn’t forced at all, as so many acrostics can be. Love that last line. Peace, Linda
Hey, thank you for the feedback! I am glad you thought it did not sound forced, one does run the danger of sounding laborious when a theme is tasked!
Lovely images!
Thank You!
I was working in an indoor Greenhouse on an Organic Farm. One morning while weeding, I stood to gather myself, Looked around and realized I was covered in butterflies from head to toe. It was so amazing that moment, I still can’t fully describe it. My manager stood a slight distance smiling as I began to weep.
Thank you, thank you
Wow, that sounds like a surreal experience! Butterflies are so beautiful… must have been amazing indeed!
Beautiful with some mystery. Well done.
Thank You 🙂
Aww. This is heartfelt. 😀
Thank You 🙂
You’re welcome! 😀