Callignee butterflies

Back to: Surviving the Devil: A Song of Fire
Poem #14 from the ‘Surviving the Devil’ collection (unpublished)

butterflies have always lived
in our meadow

you can see them moving
everywhere you turn
in little flits
out of the corner of your eye

on this land we cleared
to make our home
they’re as much a part
of every small thing
as we are

on Black Saturday
we might have gone
or might have stayed

there was nothing
to give us advice
better than our eyes
fixed on the thick smoke
at the back
of the hill

when the air turned still
around us
it could have meant anything

in that eerie silence
who would know

but ten tiny wraiths
fluttered to the floor
of our lounge room
looking for safety
down as low as they could get

and when the emptiness
started to roar we knew
we’d better start running

it was time to go

© Frank Prem, 2010

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