Merveille du Jour
South London spring sunshine
in Streatham and Dulwich
where Herne has his hill
from grey houses
butterfly typists emerge.
Painted Ladies
Peacocks
Camberwell Beauties
Cardinal coloured
they populate the parks.
Author notes
Spring; the world is alive with colour.
Written July 15th, 2006
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Like to bring new life to old poetry - this one goes back a ways, and sure brings some lovely images to mind. Love it in spring when these lovely colored insects flit and fly from flower to flower. Like the metaphor used in these lines.
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As you know, I am a moth. But LovexStains---xo would like you to speak French to her (well, hopefully her, for your sake !)ps I don't somehow see you chattin up a bloke - but think you should try anyting once - cos I would. Oh well, that's not much of a recomendation I don't reckon. xx So, once you chat up bloke - get back 2 me cos I am fascinated!! Ignore me - I'm out of control!..... -
French! I love French. I guess you could call me one of those hopeless romantics I guess. If a guy starts speaking French to me, I just melt. .... Sometimes. XD. But this is wonderful. I love these types of poems. I also love the fact that they don't just appeal to the socially outcasted eclectic people like myself, but to everyone. These kinds of poems provoke questions in the reader and make them use more than the ten percent of their brain they would normally use. Love it. Keep writing.
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I was lucky to hear this read aloud. It reminds me of a song I think but it is tantalisingly not quite reachable - I'll wake up in the night and remember I expect. Lovely. xx d
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I love butterflies. Who doesn't I suppose. A day full of them would be wonderous. Once I went to a tropical butterlfy house at a zoo in North Carolina -- these unbelievable butterflies, huge and colorful floating all around you. I was wearing orange or red an they'd just land on you.
My grandmother had a collection of them underglass. I loved a bright bright blue one -- but remember also feelin a bit sad because they were not alive. I try to buy them now when I'm out at yard sales. A few weeks ago I picked up a brown one, a single underglass. Forget the name now.
Yes, this is very pretty and pretty is hard to resist. Are they all butterflies? or are some ladies too? I wonder.
Hi Vic.
Lisa -
I havent read you for ages so this was a delightful surprise. Beautifully written. I hope you will be write something else soon
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I love the sound of this poem- the consonance- the controlled fall of this poem- it is very beautiful-
and also good to see you put forth something here-
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