Wax Butterflies

............. if ever a love there was.. but beware of those Panama Hats :)

Wax Butterflies

 

I do still miss her you know

at least I do

occasionally ..  

and always in a panama hat ..

No, not the one you gave her

but similar ..

and sitting, sipping water from

the same cracked stone jug ..

That’s how I often picture her

these days

and anyway ..

The last time .. the day was a

b***h ..  talk about hot ..

Even so, those old well-worn steps

were still cool

and kind of kind to the feet ..


Did I mention she

appeared to me, then to be

drowning and lost tho’ in my

oversized

and paint daubed shirt .. Yes

the one, that used to be mine

Tired as it was

and tied loose at the waist ..

Hey, dont you think she looked great

Yes I noticed the same buttons

were missing

and that look on her face,

the one that said

Yes, this is me and I’m free

Oh’ f**k .. for a moment or two

I almost forgot she was free ..

But hey ..

my imagination ran riot that day

and for all that I know

she may have just melted away

right there, before

these very blue eyes of mine ..

Much like that wax butterfly

she once took from the window

to protect

and keep out of the sun ..

As soon as I dared tho’ turn around

and look back,

They had both disappeared and were gone ...

 

Author's Note

...................... Poetry, it aint just words, is it ... N

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A quality poem. If this was the one you were working on yesterday it's understandable why you penned only one. Something really touching about her wearing your old paint daubed shirt. I wore my Dad's dressing gown after he died so I could be as close to him as possible, smell his essence. Wearing another's clothes is very special in my book. The last day and then she was gone. Memories though live on and have a habit of resurfacing from the ocean:s floor when we least expect it. Wax butterflies, yes they need looking after too. Lovely poem Neville.


So I' ve come back for further reads and you have made alterations to the original stanzas, and text as well.

Reading it now, this reads like a conversation with another person about the girl in the Panama hat. This time I am thinking this must have been a close relationship and a separation followed. Maybe a death came later. There is just a hint there, but I can't be sure. Maybe she was a butterfly too who wanted to be free. In any case the she here has made a lasting impression over time. Sad ending to a love affair.

Chris

[Neville]

it seems you have followed the metamorphosis of this particular post through several crucial stages of its development to date our Chris.. and for that alone, I thank you .. but also for the time, effort and thought you have given to this very special review ...

Neville :)

[Einstein Noodle]

no...it isn't Neville .. not just words at all .. and your poem hits that mark with such sadness and underlying pain ..I think this is strong scene and character building ... i can see her and feel his heart .. well done .. don't we all just have one such as she .. or wished we did .. even if only to loose her ;) so poignant in that it seems he is talking to her new man ... both sharing what she gave to those who loved her ... she's passed on hasn't she Nev?! :(((((((((((((((( well done ... really like the stone jug .. the hot day and contrasting steps that are kind to the feet .. the same missing buttons .. the conversational style of yours drew me in ... its just a really fine genuine poem sir! thanks so much for sharing it.
E.
ps. love the Panama hat!!!

[Neville]

What an absolute treasure of a review comment mate... thank you so bloomin much and then some .. Shall we see you Sunday for a neck down job .... Oh' n for anyone else that might be checking in ... that aint rude.. its a private thing ..

Cheers Neville :))))

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahahaha ... well ...er... ye have put it rather in an awkward way ... but .. hey ..this is bromance .. Sunday it is then ... we have guests coming Friday and i have to go out and by some decent beer .. mine is rot gut and ghetto .. now that would be rude to have to offer that ... ;) Slainte Mhath ..

[Neville]

mine this Sunday will be made just across the lane from me and o'er a little hill called Ham ... Slainte Mhath :)

[Einstein Noodle]

I'll have Guinness the dark ... i rarely look past the next few minutes but now Sunday is taking on anticipation ... see you there sir! :)

[Neville]

the seat next to the cool cabinet has your name on Gene :)

[Lorry]

So you noticed too that the paint daubed shirts have a habit of becoming theirs once worn. Leaving it to be one of two infuriating things.. One, that those you love just have a habit of making things better, or two... I forget what two was, but I think that may be part of their allure, making us forget anything and everything that isn't seen or felt in the now.
I was going to give at least six explanations of why this is so good Neville, but keep thinking of where those dabs of paint were daubed and can't think of anything else.
Women eh? Showing us up for the simpletons we are.
Flirb, wibble etc 😀

[Neville]

You just stuck the cherry on the top so ya did Lorry .. Pinga say's hi by the wave :)

[Lorry]

Or maybe he was being really rude in giraffe 😀

[Neville]

... Hi five called for in aardvark maybe 😀 Cheers L... hope you are well :)

[Lorry]

As well as I'm ever gonna be mate 😀

[Neville]

thank Bodhidharma I was not required to answer that question .. but good to hear 😀

[Papaya]

Your words bring this scene to life, Neville. And that hat, the Panama hat. Not to be confused with a fedora, is the piece de resistance. A touch of unpretentious class. I can't quite make out if she is real or imagined. Too good to be true, but I suspect she exists for real.

[Neville]

How bloomin kind of you Ana .. many thanks indeed .. a gentleman never tells tho does he :)

[Papaya]

If he did I suppose he'd not be a gentleman :)

[Neville]

absolutely..

[AJNJ]

They melt away right before our very eyes and we stay wondering forever where they went....this is beautifully written dear sir. Touched my heart.

[Neville]

then I have achieved summat this eve.. bless you my friend and truly :)

[AJNJ]

You stay blessed too! Happy new week ! :)

[Neville]

and you too my friend :)

[Robert Trakofler]

next time could you please put a warning message up... Warning before reading this please prepare for your heart to fall out of your chest:( this is magnificently beautiful expression Mr. Nev! I am I got no words to say but beautiful

[Neville]

then I shall just say bless ya and thank you my bunny friend n true :)

[Wild Rose]

Mmm Thank you
I have been keeping quiet since ma in law left us > It was imagination ...ec.

I was unloading our van some people were passing I turned to pick up another box, as I turned bach - she was there Brown coat, hat and shoes to match
Ithey have let me come to see you, I know you have much to sort out. I am in no hurry < they are going to let me wach over you - I have to go now, I will be there close by but you wont see me again. She waked out of the sheild made by the open van doors, when i looked after her there was no sign - no other people out there

[Neville]

Whilst sharing is not exclusive to us humans, it can be oh' so ever so can't it... Many thanks for stopping here Wild Rose.. and for the share :)