Category: Eve Moore
Written by Eve Moore
Form : Reform
They came in on a bouquet
of queen anne’s lace, yield of
a summer morn’s gardening.
I didn’t notice their arrival
until days later, sitting at
the table supping.
Swelling on a stem
caught my gaze:
A caterpillar striped
in greens, yellows,
black and white.
Now a second found
nestled in a lacey head
of this bloom of wild carrot.
After a spellbound moment,
I took to finding out who these
marvelous creatures might be.
Black swallowtail butterflies,
now three — to be — busily feeding
on the blossoms, were the gifts given.
Having witnessed a predecessor
be devoured days before by a wasp,
we thought to keep them in.
Fresh lace, fresh vase, fresh water,
and a week hence, sated, they went still
forming half-moons on the stems.
Each in turn becoming a chrysalis
of equal beauty to its crawling form,
holding space for its wholly next.
Melting, effectively, into a creature
whose wings will spirit it to far
places, flowers, heavens.
How wondrous, this present.
How propitious this raft of fecund lace
gracing my garden, a cultivated meadow
offering sanctuary to the
myriads of life, like me,
becoming ever new.
Eve Moore ©2023
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