The Garden Butterfly

June 1, 2019


The antenna-edged ants attack first. They attach
a butterfly to a memory deep in our hearts.
They turn to a transparent lie, as they try to match
their skin with ours. That these ants get their smarts
From bells and ringing shells, chords that detach
to ply a misericordia of all the parts
too partisan, is palatial. To patch
the inside of insects while reminding monarchs
that while rhyme may be the porcelain of poetry;
‘to be’ can only be a poet’s mimicry.

3 Responses to “The Garden Butterfly”

  1. extrasimile Says:

    I’m a little embarrasses to admit this, but I wasn’t thinking of Hamlet at all when I put that ‘to be’ in the last line. What I was thinking, first, of Plato and the use he gives to ‘mimesis’ in his theory or knowledge, and secondly, I was thinking that ‘to be’ would ring a gong that would resonate in ‘mimicry’. Of course I’ll take the Hamlet association—so, don’t tell anybody.

  2. John Looker Says:

    That’s to say, that makes perfect sense to me.

  3. John Looker Says:

    How sound leads on to sound, Jim … and how Hamlet leads on to butterfly …

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