Butterflies On The Tracks

Butterflies On The Tracks

A Poem by Megan

There once was a girl 
Sometimes she'd stumble on words
Or run her head off the tracks
She understood the depth of value
She knew what was needed in this world 
In order to keep it beautiful and humane
She didn't count herself in the necessities 
She went out into the woods everyday not a minute past 4
To a little pond and an old creaky bench right by the train tracks
She did all of her writing and thinking on the bench by the pond
A butterfly landed on her lap
She picked it up on her finger 
As it crawled across her fingers and made its way down to her arms
Where her scars lay inked into her pale skin
She grew jealous of the innocent butterfly
She wished she could feel just as beautiful and free as the insect
She wished she could bring a little ray of light to others
Like the harmless little butterfly did to her
She stayed out by the pond until 7 
Not feeling the need to leave
She heard a train whistle in the distance
The sound increased as it crept closer
It went through her ears and came out of her eyes 
Creating the biggest tears she's ever felt
The lights came around the corner and quickly approached nearby the pond and the old, creaky bench
She leaped in front of the metal monster
For the hope of a better tomorrow
She was instantly gone
A little butterfly landed on the tracks
Where her body once was
And flew away with her
The girl or any other butterfly never returned
Something so beautiful, gone forever.
 

© 2013 Megan


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I enjoyed the contrast between the Butterfly Beauty and the Iron Beast. The Beast is on his track stopping for no one. Power has no mercy on Beauty. You have some immortal lines in this story poem. Well done! Because of its simple vocabulary it could be illustrated as a small children's book, but we don't want children jumping in front of trains.

Posted 11 Years Ago


I love this and the just the meaning! "Butterflies on the tracks"

Posted 11 Years Ago


Interesting word play in the following lines:
It went through her ears and came out of her eyes
She leaped in front of the metal monster.

I love how you used butterfly in this piece. :)



Posted 11 Years Ago



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