Butterfly Ring

Posted on September 16, 2017 by Helen

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I recall she wore
A butterfly ring
And she painted her eyes
Like butterfly wings
She spoke of lost innocence
And all that it brings

Her transformation early
Her butterfly ring
A child not a child
So not anything
A woman as angel
With harsh broken wings

I recall she wore
A butterfly ring
And said she was sold
To an elderly king
He was deep winter
She was his spring

(c) Helen Valentina 2017

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I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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5 Responses to Butterfly Ring

  1. John W. Howell's avatar John W. Howell says:
    September 16, 2017 at 7:34 pm

    Fabulous, Helen. šŸ˜€

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  2. landl30's avatar landl30 says:
    September 17, 2017 at 1:18 pm

    he was deep winter/ she was his spring…
    great lines, catches the moment so perfectly.

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