Like a Drunken Butterfly

Like a Drunken Butterfly

A Poem by MsJewel

~ odd things happen during the Santa Ana winds ~


“It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch” Raymond Chandler


A blistering summer afternoon

 scented of peaches,

                 plump with fragrance,

sweetening the yesterday’s sweeping the shores of my eyelids…

The day should be ripe with possibilities


So, why do I feel anxious…misplaced…perhaps a bit “out of sorts”?


The glittering sun shares a wink, as if he holds the secret

but surely the wind must know,

this dry, hot wind, born in the desert

breathing through a pastel sky

as restless as the unspoken words

playing hide and seek with the hillflowers,

                   withering in the July heat…


And stronger still

as the trees moan and the howl rises

teasing my hair, tickling my cheek,

rustling my wings…

                  and at once I’m spinning

 as uncontrolled as the zephyr

 twirling, twisting


                                 feral, untamed

                                and unable to focus

                  yet content in my vertigo

flying towards the unknown

like a drunken butterfly heading to its next fermented flower


Yes, let the summer air set me free…

for beautiful paths cannot be discovered without getting a little lost

© 2017 MsJewel

Author's Note

art ~ Lauri Blank
poetry ~ MsJewel

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dear Julie... a butterfly out of control... high on the scent of peach snappes... the day ripe with possibillities. I have been in a peach orchard ... where heaven was in the air with rustling wings... wild and untamed.. flying to my next fermented flower. A breathless poem that settled in my heart.
truly, Pat

Posted 7 Months Ago

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7 Months Ago

Your lovely comments always leave me with a smile :) Julie


Every butterfly starts with starvation, and suffering, but once they evolve they are as beautiful as ever and are as free as they ever was. Nice work =)

Posted 1 Month Ago

we get lost in order to be found---and butterflies are free, or they die...
beautifully expressed,

Posted 2 Months Ago

The title is a delight, the poem beautifully wrought and the last line is simply wonderful.

'Tis November, dull and dab on this side of the pond, which it will be for weeks and weeks now, but your poem shone the light of summer on me.

Much enjoyed. Beccy.

Posted 2 Months Ago

Seems you carry people along that beautiful path.. hoping that- for their sakes, they get lost just now and again. They share a touch or few of those ecstati sights and emotions when watching, studying are mesmerised by that you.. drunken butterly - . sated.. divine. You write with a magic pen..

Posted 3 Months Ago

The art work is MIndblowing and the poem ecstatically captures the mood of the setting and transports us to another world, our imaginations nudged further with the beautiful art,.

Posted 3 Months Ago

Thank you for such a beautiful reading experience. Breathtaking, calming and so full of insight.

Posted 4 Months Ago


Nothing is earned without loss. The writers can only distinguish it as source of art . The paIN OF CREATION is such that writers sacrifice their life for the beauty of their creation as above

enjoy ever while writing a...and all such attempts are rich in everything

excellanbt attempt of mood ....
carry on...

Posted 4 Months Ago

Love can certainly bring on euphoric disorientation... your beautiful poem sighfully sweet.

Posted 5 Months Ago

This is an amazing read to start my day! It is hot as blazes here in Biloxi, MS, and you pretty much have to go to the beach to catch a breeze. I cannot wait for the the time that I do not have to wake up...until I wake up, go where ever I want...or not. But one place I will always choose to go is to any mountain. Hearing the breeze in the tall Ponderosa Pines in the California Gold Country was heaven's own symphony to me. A drunken butterfly! I am not a poet, I tell long winded stories, but I'm always amazed at the phenomenal demonstrations by the talent here of just what one can do with the English language with a little thought. You are in that number.

Posted 5 Months Ago

What a heartfelt flight this is into nature and what surrounds us when we experience it well!

Posted 5 Months Ago

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Added on July 4, 2017
Last Updated on July 4, 2017
Tags: Wind, butterflies, lost, uncontrolled, msjewel, poetry



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