Ancient Butterfly

by Maple Tree   Mar 25, 2013


I was to become a
little foot princess,
adorned in ivory
feathers, birthed
from an ancestors
shadow, rising from
the sun of western
dreams.

Land of the tree born,
grazing alongside cattle
for amusement, spiritual
came later as these
eyes chose to view it.

I have become much more
than a running fawn,
a rush in the night
when the catcher of dreams
tangles my sprint,
allowing me to gallop
with winds of change.

I am more than a feather
in the hair of ebony
under the rays of who
grandfather guided me
to be, I can feel the cracks
of his approving smile
beam down upon my skin....

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  • 11 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    I agree with Chelsey that the beauty in this was marvellous, and the metaphors were so well crafted, and penned beautifully,

    You never fail to amaze me, everything you create just has that essence of you, and that warmth and love and heart that is so evident.

    Just beautifully written, and flowed perfectly :) xxx

  • 11 years ago

    by Chelsey

    Have mercy, this is so incredibly beautiful!!! My my, seriously Andrea I am so in love with this piece! The details, the metaphors, the warmth one feels when reading this...just beautiful!

    I have become much more
    than a running fawn,
    a rush in the night

    ^^ I adored this wording here!! Such a sweet and soft way of saying you grew up.

    Ugh...love it!

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