Like a glass winged butterfly, I see through you to the world beyond. Your colours capture my attention, drawing me in and holding me captive in your beauty. You flutter in and out of my dreams, fragile and tender reminding me everything is not always as it seems. Breathless, I sigh, wishing one day, you will stay long enough to share more than a fleeting moment in time. The sweetest distraction, elevating my soul from all that weighs me down. Inviting me to soar into higher dimensions where rainbows and roses mesmerise, hypnotise and cause me to fantasise. I did not choose for you to be my muse, but I ponder if you’d be amused. Would you laugh in wonder, loving that you’ve captured me in your net or would you hate how the hands of fate have me hooked on you? Under your spell, I fell, unknowingly, unwillingly, uninvited yet delighted. And now, my secrets are out, these lips unsealed, my heart exposed, yet free to fly, unimposed, like a glass winged butterfly.
I didn’t even know there was such a thing as a glass-winged butterfly until one fluttered through my dreams and I thought I’d check Google to see if they existed and sure enough there is. Nature is incredible and butterflies are truly magical. Hope you enjoyed the poem, Rashelle
New images clarify how glasswing butterflies make their wings transparent
Ponderings from Paisley 