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.

8 comments:

  1. 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.

    You capture their fragile ethereal dreaminess on the wing beautifully here

    marc nash

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  2. Better to hear the song at all than stay in the cocoon and miss it, David.

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  3. Ah butterflies. Such a sweet but short life. Great imagery.

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  4. Nice little piece here. Short and sweet.

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  5. Beautiful, lyrical, ethereal. Perfect last sentence.

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  6. You paint a vivid and thought provoking picture in very few words; a really successful example of ultra short fiction at its best.

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  7. This was really lovely, more so because it gives one pause for thought.

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  8. I 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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