Struggling to wiggle its wings, the butterfly warms in the morning sun. Is it like sleep paralysis - that hypnopompic impulse to flee that's stymied by stuck muscles? What's a wind gust or rapidly advancing shadow like for the butterfly? Normally, such occurrences would provoke an erratic fluttering away. But now the screaming instinct to wing away can't be answered. Does the butterfly know dread, or does it just quietly await the moment it's unfrozen?
cool morning -
a butterfly twitches,
but can't yet fly
This reminds me of the dragonfly I saw last week, unfurling its wings in the sunshine for the first time. Over 5 minutes the colours on its back intensified, the veins in the wings became visible. A privileged moment. And what does it remember of life beneath the water?
Hypnotic and thought provoking
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This reminds me of the dragonfly I saw last week, unfurling its wings in the sunshine for the first time. Over 5 minutes the colours on its back intensified, the veins in the wings became visible. A privileged moment. And what does it remember of life beneath the water?
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So touching, I liked the way you write
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Evocative haibun!
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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