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When The Bough Breaks

When The Bough Breaks

A Poem by Christine Anne Shaw

my garden gifts me, unwanted
on a grey summer day

grief a blue butterfly
whose fragile frame is broken

i am crushed for wings that will not fly
on the warmth of a golden slumber

or settle on the overhanging spikes
of sweet scented buddleia

i turn to nature to soothe my mind
to find answers where there are none

this is not about me nor you
it is about her who rocks the cradle

for she is unable to grow strength
to slay the every day of her nemesis.

© 2019 Christine Anne Shaw


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We planted beans this year and had just begun getting a harvest when a few days ago we discovered the plants were being eaten. Turns out a butterfly had laid eggs on all three plants and the plants were being eaten by tiny caterpillars.

We decided to let them have the plants, and I’m glad we did because they have now started the cocooning process. My daughter catalogs butterfly sightings. She’s a scientist in the making. So, we’ll get to see them go through their entire life stage and fly away in the end. And we won’t have any beans, but something more, in the end, I guess.

Your poem just made me think of this. I remember reading Robert Frost’s work in college where he was so distraught at the viciousness of nature. It can be vicious and destructive, but also so generous and beautiful. The odd thing seems to be that you cannot have the one without the other. It’s terrifying and fascinating at the same time.

I love the gentle build of your poem, Chris. The keen observations and your inviting us into the scene. It’s a beautiful poem, this.

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

Hello Eilis. Thank you for your beautiful review. I really enjoyed your thoughts after reading my po.. read more
Eilis

1 Month Ago

You’re welcome, Chris. It’s an inspiring poem.



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Truly amazing, this just taught me that a stanza can be made of two lines, there is no rule set. Beautiful word flow, and I love that the story flows smoothly, just amazing.

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Christine Anne Shaw

3 Weeks Ago

Thank you Fairytale for your lovely review. Please forgive my late response. All good wishes.
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Wow Chris I see this as such an parallel of the life we share. Sentience be damned, all life has similar trials and tribulations we as "thinking" beings place so much emphasis on the mundane in part because the normal toils of existence have been societally eradicated. We are hard wired for trials its in our dna its what kept us alive:) however the misdirection of this leads to drug abuse and other compulsive behaviors in a feeble attempt to soothe and stave the unnatural incongruous nature of how we are forced to live within the confines of society all manner of malady takes form. most of us are strong enough to muddle thru but some of us are to sensitive and ill equipped they are the ones that fall by the wayside with broken wings. This was what the bunny saw and he says this is one hell of a great write to make me see so much in so few lines!

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Christine Anne Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

Dear Bunny, please forgive me. I read your wonderful review and your thoughts two weeks ago and som.. read more
Robert Trakofler (Bad Bunny)

2 Weeks Ago

I wasn’t counting:)
Christine Anne Shaw

2 Weeks Ago

I know you weren't Bunny, but I was annoyed with myself because I am usually more careful :)) I kne.. read more
A butterfly with a broken wing is like a Mother with a
broken heart. She settles on a Buddleia butterfly bush
to gain strength in her wings, but her Nemesis wins...
there was a time that "the hand that rocks the cradle
rules the world"... however Mothers blend into a prayer
when skies are grey. Amen

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

What beautiful thoughts you have Pat. Your responses are always delightfully poetic and a joy to rea.. read more
Time MAY limit (even ...slow) our actions but seldom our "thoughts". But finding our selves ...alone... pauses even a strong heart.

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

So right a strong heart may pause to reflect when alone and dig deep. Thanks Chris.
Many years ago, there was a commercial on TV for a margarine and it said, "It's not nice to fool Mother Nature!" How true that was and your words made me think of it. Mother Nature is abused daily and her wrath is bitter. The image of a butterfly with a shattered wing is heartbreaking. Your love of nature is always shining between the lines of your poetry, Chris. Lydi**

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

Many thanks Lydi** for your lovely review and sharing your thoughts. Your visits always appreciated... read more
I'm not really into poetry. However, I can understand your efforts and I like them! Thank you Chris.

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

Augustus it pleases me no end that you not being a poetry lover, would still find it rewarding to vi.. read more
augustus

1 Month Ago

It's been my pleasure. Thanks.
A lovely profound poem Chris, yes we can abuse Mother nature but in the end she will have the last laugh for crossing her. A simple case of respect or fall!

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

Thank you so much Andrew for your visit. Yes, nature has to be respected.

Chris
Everyone below says it better than I can, but I want you to know that your sense of love and caring come through strong in this poem. Surely the sorrows we experience in life will be set right in the end. If not in this world, the next.

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

Sam that is a lovely review. I love and care a great deal, especially where nature and my family are.. read more
Parents want so much for their kids, but in the end the child must slay their own dragons...we can be back-up, but even that is not always welcome. Still, there is no comfort to be had for the minds and hearts of either side.

A good write, Chris. Hopefully everything works out in the end.

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Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

Thanks Ted, we have so much concern for our kids and my only daughter has huge health problems which.. read more
This echoes with the ache of being a mother Chris., in times when you look on helplessly and hope they take flight. We all know how delicate those wings are to the newly released, which is why I suppose, it would be good advice to give them to take off from the ground first and not the top of the highest building. And let me tell you, that hurts a lot. I'm still not fully recovered. 😀

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Lorry

1 Month Ago

Morning. It's bright and clear here this morning. Makes a change from the rain. I might not even nee.. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

We have had endless rain here as well Lorry, but this morning it is looking bright. So heavy the dra.. read more
Lorry

1 Month Ago

You too 😀

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Christine Anne Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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Have been at Writerscafe for a year now, so pleased I made the change to posting my work here. Have loved reading poetry all my life, but never wrote my first poem until I hit 40. I wish now that I.. more..

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