Butterfly on the Bannister (revise)

 

Butterfly,
sweet butterfly,
let the wind
carry your wings.
Across the plains
and over the trees,
it is love that you bring.
 
Back to the Bluffs,
back to your home,
back to the days of old.
Let the dance in your wings
carry the memories you sing,
back to your most precious home.

Climbing the stairs slowly
the mother and child paused,
taking in the view from

the old home on the bluffs.

Upon entering

a small group had already gathered

for the tour that would soon begin.

 

The young boy was first drawn
to the beautiful wooden stairway

where his eyes came to rest

on a deep blue butterfly.
His eyes followed the butterfly

as she floated across the stairs

up to the ballroom filled with not one piano,
but two. Where the bygone days
of music boxes, and dancing, and laughter
could still be heard if only
one closed their eyes.

It was a day of cool summer breezes,
butterfly wings and wide-eyed boys.
A day when the loveliest of butterflies
once again, found her way home.
As she fluttered past the large portrait 
the young boy raised his arm
and pointed upwards.

His mother softly said,

"Her name was Ruth,"

she used to live here long ago.

 

When the tour came to and end

some stayed and talked,

as others began to leave.

The young boy could not help

but stay and watch

the lone butterfly dancing in flight,

moving her way

back towards the stairway,
back towards the ballroom.
To the room once filled
with music, and laughter, and love.

Reviews

[tanker22]

i liked the idea and the imagery very much. i could see the butterfly so you did an outstanding job on that. although the rythm seemed a bit choppy and at times confusing. try and keep the flow a bit better. but other than that this was a good read. thanks for sharing

[E.J. Stevens]

So very beautiful.