Quote:
Originally Posted by erikestabrook
trapped before me with wings of gold, purple and tangerine
like a ballerina in a box I imagine the symphony as the insect plays
at least in there he'll never age.
|
Dear Erik,
I found this poem to be very intriguing with beautiful language. I love the tangerine and the second line I quoted here is simply exquisite. I found the last line to be interesting in the fact that you use "he'll"....which made my thoughts spin in other directions. I thought hmmmm...Is the butterfly a "male" butterfly or is the butterfly a symbol or metaphor? I could be way of track...nonetheless....the poem is quite mystifying to me.
What was your inspiration for this if I may ask?
Thank you for posting Erik.
Kim
