Velveteen

Pixie dust on wings
Pretty pieces of magic
Patterned, arrayed intricately

Speckled, burnished
Some wearing the sky
Or the blue, gold and orange
Of a flame!

Tremulous
Tantalizing
Making me fret
Caged within barred windows
Speaking words
When I should be wearing their colours

Velveteen.
Dotted with pollen
Never still
For the beauty
Still to savour!

Winging
Weaving
Kissing blossoms
Sipping fragrance

Sybaritic?

Yet.
That I could savour
Just this sight
Drink this enchantment
And find a song...

My caged soul
For now

Wears those butterfly wings. 

29 September, 2014

This is Day 3, written for Ramblings in February :) What is that? Click on picture :)