The caged butterfly beats wings
against captivity, hostage to forces
beyond the walls imprisoning it.
Arresting (and attractive) orange
(dotted with black) elegance —
I am enchanted by such
spunky thrashing against its netted bondage,
beauty bound for something more.
What makes me move on past
the incongruous scene (set behind
an inhibiting screen) is the thought
(or is it hope?) that the lattice serves as shield,
protecting the gentle innocence within,
armor against the elements — a matter
of perspective authentically mine,
beset with doubts until it’s out of view.
Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019
Written for so many prompts:
- Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Authenticity
- Fae Corps Publishing November Prompt #6 – “What makes me move“
- BrewNSpew Cafe Weekly prompt – enchant/enchanted/enchanting
- Free Verse Revolution November Writing Prompt #1 – the butterfly
Lovely mind meandering pictures. I enjoyed this.
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Thanks 🙂
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I love “protecting the gentle innocence within,
armor against the elements” Beautiful words and thoughts
although a different perspective indeed, as being caged is more the opposite 🙂
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Indeed 🙂
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Reblogged this on Fae Corps Publishing.
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The image of the butterfly beating its wings against captivity is so strong!
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Thanks Sherry 🙂
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Well might we doubt our first impressions given how mistaken we have been throughout history! A very intriguing poem.
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Thanks!
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It sounds very insightful. The question is, are you letting it go?
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A beautiful and mind-stirring piece, Phillip! Caged as a hostage or caged to protect? Thank you so much for joining the challenge.
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Thanks!!
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😊
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Reblogged this on BrewNSpew and commented:
Sharing Phillip’s take on the prompt –
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This is absolutely stunning! ❤️ I especially love and resonate with; “protecting the gentle innocence within, armor against the elements.” 🙂
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Thanks so much 🙂
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Brilliant language and poem. In a tangent I was thinking about how the butterfly colors are a faux warning sign to predators.
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