Inspiration
Suddenly!
I saw a glimpse of it:
that desperately easy ability to write.
To let words flit across my page
like a butterfly on a warm current of air.
It licked my mind
and fluttered past my eyes.
I slowly stretched out my palm,
and it grazed my skin and landed there.
Terrified of the devastation I will face
when it flutters away again,
I watch mesmerised
as tiny feet and silken wings
brush my blissed hand.
She is magnificent,
iridescent purple woven through
filigree black velvet wings.
Her beauty is natural, and flawless.
She won't last long,
everything that touches her wings
will make them ever more ragged.
The very flowers that sustain her
are slowly destroying her.
I hold her so very carefully in my hand
and wonder,
how long will she last?
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