I Saw Poetry

Poetry – must it always shine? Can it be dark and beautiful? I explore that here.

 

I Saw Poetry

I saw poetry
trickle
as light

across the blue wings
of a butterfly
dancing

above the pansies
where it dripped
and pooled,

a shadow
near a dead mouse,
dry and rotten.

Its skull as white
as mercy.

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