This week’s prompt: visual
Robert Hillyer’s besotted butterfly hangs from a cobweb rope.
Still as stone, the folded wings will fly no more,
Yet all around the sunlit rainbows race.
The gardens bow before a flotilla of milkweed fluff,
Yet death delays as the fountain sings on.
To sunset, to moonlight, other gardens, other flowers.
“Arabesque”, by Robert Hillyer (1924):
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