Sunday, 6 June 2010
Butterfly (#fridayflash)
Last night I dreamed I was a butterfly. I danced awkward on the breeze to a distant, fragile music, as delicate as my wings. I chased it, knowing it to be my destiny, knowing it could never be caught. When I awoke, I held the dream in my mind, but I could not recall the music. I only knew it had been sung by the voice that sings all things into being.
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I love butterflies, not just the array of their stunning visual beauty, but their life cycle - I always find it hard to reconcile that the grub will blossom into a beautiful winged creature - they always seem like two different species to me.
ReplyDeleteYou capture their fragile ethereal dreaminess on the wing beautifully here
marc nash
Better to hear the song at all than stay in the cocoon and miss it, David.
ReplyDeleteAh butterflies. Such a sweet but short life. Great imagery.
ReplyDeleteNice little piece here. Short and sweet.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, lyrical, ethereal. Perfect last sentence.
ReplyDeleteYou paint a vivid and thought provoking picture in very few words; a really successful example of ultra short fiction at its best.
ReplyDeleteThis was really lovely, more so because it gives one pause for thought.
ReplyDeleteI came across this after reading your post for today, David. This is stunningly beautiful in its simplicity. I really love the last line.
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