Ode to a Butterfly

Ode to a Butterfly

A Poem by Augustus

Does nectar grow less sweet with passing Time?
Your unrest causes winds to slow their pace
The beating of your wings in pantomime
Now paints your tale of ephemeral grace
Ignoble glutton, laying green to waste
But hiding dreams behind a devil's face
A treacherous wait, a caterpillar's haste
One day to be absolved of its foul crime
To savour long and deep, Redemption's taste

Then patient weaving till the world is sealed
And all of its travails are shunned by silk
In pale confines a soul entombed and healed
An infant feeding on Compassion's milk
Like Tutankhamen's crypt, a sleep of kings
Embracing pleasures of a different ilk
A prayer to solicit a gift of wings
A prowess yet unknown to be revealed
A promise of unbridled wanderings

And what became of that eternal thirst?
Full seven days of dancing on the breeze
The fleeting days too short to fear the worst
The heart too warm for lakes of lust to freeze
But now the beating of that heart is slow
Performing in the shadows of the trees
The age-old sacred rite of letting go
Oblivious to springtime's rich outburst
In tune with twilight's ever fading glow

And so you're tired of your resplendence!
As your mind spins another chrysalis
A shattered shell remains of what was once
A flowing fountain of untainted bliss
And so you choose to kiss the earth goodbye
A transcendental metamorphosis
To break the shackles of the deep blue sky
To taste Ambrosia and to steal a chance
The breathing of Existence to espy
 


© 2013 Augustus


Author's Note

Augustus
Tutankhamen was an ancient Egyptian pharoah, or king. Egyptian kings were mummified and buried in burial chambers inside pyramids along with several of their valuable possessions.

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This is absolutely beautiful. I read it multiple times in one sitting. It reminds me of John Keats' Ode to a Nightingale - one of my favorites, and I am guessing yours as well? Not only did you emulate his style of writing, but you took it and made it your own. I'm impressed with your use of meter (I still struggle with it, which is why I usually stick to free verse) and with the imagery you used to bring your poem to life. You possess incredible talent, and I do hope you keep writing - I am looking forward to reading more of your work!

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Augustus

6 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your astute and generous review, Aleeya! Yes, I am a big fan of Keats, and sha.. read more
Aleeya R

6 Years Ago

You're welcome! Yes, Keats' poems are lovely, I too am a fan. I agree, metered verse is pleasing to .. read more



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I mean this a true compliment. You were born out of time. Either that or you are receiving the thoughts of a dead Byron across the ether. This really does stand its own with any of the works of the romantic age.
This poem is proclaimed rather than written. And if written it should be inked on fine parchment rather than a screen. Again I mean that as the truest compliment I can give this fine work.
You work in a tradition, but you use that tradition as well as any I have read. And in doing so you give the work a gravitas and impact more modern works simply do not have.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Augustus

7 Years Ago

Wow Ken! I'm so delighted by your kind words. As you said, I do work in a tradition. What I have alw.. read more
Stunning read, just takes your breath away, bravo!

Posted 7 Years Ago


Augustus

7 Years Ago

Thank you Frieda! :)
Beautiful, beautiful. A classic poem, Shreyas....I am envious of your skill. EVERYONE SHOULD READ THIS!!! P.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Ken Simm.

7 Years Ago

I find this more Byronic than Coleridge but I stand to be a visitor from Porlock
Pete Langley

7 Years Ago

My old man stranded us halfway up Porlock in an old Austin Cambridge donkeys years ago, Ken.
Ken Simm.

7 Years Ago

Knock on someone's door who looked a bit preoccupied then Pete?
his time was short lived, like the butterfly...

nice metaphor here...last two lines really got to me.

nice work.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Augustus

7 Years Ago

Thank you Jacob!

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