Chrysalis Wings

Ange doux, Ange doux, Ange doux

Dressed in hushed white lace

Rivers of solace in softest sighs…

 

Seule âme, Seule âme, Seule âme

Woven in a threaded tapestry

A fabric of gold and ashen flames…

 

Chrysalide coulisses, Chrysalide coulisses, Chrysalide coulisses

Opening, transforming before my eyes

She lifts, and beckons, rising into sunrise…

Author's Note

“When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings.” ― Dean Jackson

(French: Sweet angel… One soul… Chrysalis wings…)

Reviews

[eglantine]

"rising into sunrise" remarkable image, so simple yet beautiful. I'm always a fan of french in a poem :) Thanks for sharing.

[An owl on the moon]

Always a joy to have you by, dear eglantine. Every color and sound of the world should flow through our poetry... :)

[Valentine]

A very sweet and soft write. Thank you for your input. Valentine

[An owl on the moon]

Appreciate your presence here, dear friend. Thank you...

[Valentine]

Been some time on this old site.

[Matching Socks]

CF, this is such an enchanting piece, so soft and tender.

[An owl on the moon]

I am so thankful you came by, Ana... :)

[Matching Socks]

It was my pleasure Mr. C. :)

[marcus]

That is beautiful, whether or not you understand the french!

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you s much, marcus!

[Alex Cook]

Excellent work. You have a true talent.

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Its hard to be a butterfly in scenic caterpillars. Transformation is lonely. What meaning-full words you play for us in your symphonies. To be different is beautiful. May her feet never touch the ground again :)

[An owl on the moon]

Sweet lynn! Thank you! Yes... it is so very hard to transform... so hard to become our otherness... and fear often drives us back to our cocoons... but there is no going back... is there? There is only further on... forever...

[Seriana]

Craig, you clever little devil you! What a precious piece you have here. I LOVE the addition of the French translation. Brings about a whole new color to it. And I love your little quote by Dean Jackson....about her weirdness. How often it happens, yet you have shown how lovely different can be. Truly inspiring. I want to go fly now :)

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, thank you, dear Seriana! You've always made me feel so good about my inspirations... and this was no wild stretch... she really does have wings...

[Kelly Scheppers]

What a lovely presentation, Craig. Your literary skills continue to amaze me!

[An owl on the moon]

Kelly, just always so wonderful have you stop by! Hope you will have an endlessly inspired week... :)

[Marie]

She certainly sounds like an emerging butterfly. Why do those without wings resent them on ohers?

[An owl on the moon]

She is... oh, she is... and those who have not yet been transformed... sometimes they just don't yet understand... i guess we all face that at sometime... Hope your new week emerges brilliantly, Marie...

[Lydia Shutter]

Like a butterfly, young girls seem to emerge from their cocoons. Enchanting poetry, Craig. The sweet angel of youth does not always stay so sweet. However, your words have her frozen in time in a sepia scene that ironically bursts with color! So lovely. Lydi**

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, dear Lydi... how you say it so well... of time... of transformations... And yes... in my mind's eye she will always be that sweet, soft angel... :)