A Butterfly Remembered We fly, we dance, we live. We are fleeting, our beauty remembered. There is double power in reflection. If you see us hovering over water Make a wish, it will come true. Foolish thought, you’re thinking. How do you suppose I became this way? My wish was to fly. Here I am in blue splendour. Before my time is up, I will wish again To be as I was, with a life of a butterfly remembered… ©AnitaDawes2022
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This might be as close as I would get to the owner of these pretty scales!
After falling, captured, they have taken her wings Greatness achieved by the sweep of a special feathered pen Advance given, sales soaring to number one Train journeys, ending in murder, mystery Hunting for clues as to who the murderer might be All evidence leading them on a goose chase Circle back, check every piece of evidence Holding on to the key, someone hiding in the shadows Rain brings strange footprints along the corridor Inside the carriages faces lined with worry as to who might be next Seated in the dining car, a man with a white feather in his cap Turning to his companion, he said “Inside each white feather, Every word lies hidden, clever the hand who writes the stories…” ©AnitaDawes2022
How do you freeze a soap bubble?
Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 