One perspective

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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:

Outside

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What about this butterfly,
hovering just outside
my window,
quietly scratching nectar
from an otherwise tranquil
goldenrod?

What order abounds
while vibrant wings drum,
beating back air,
shivering antennae
recently born, absorb
the serenity of another
summer day, newly tranquil,
nature’s repose?

What glamour transforms
the inching caterpillar,
ambling to
metamorphosis, quaking
bravely to destiny,
emerging improved, firm
from an otherwise tranquil
slumber?

What life occurs, unheard
harmony fluttering,
revived in sunlight,
revealing the joy
of a pedestrian world
breathing beyond my reach,
viewed
through aperture?

(c) 2019 by Phillip Knight Scott

Written in response to the Ragtag Daily Prompt : “serene”