BIRTH OF A BLUE MORPHEUS
Posted: August 19th, 2010, 2:02 am
In the distance
beyond the low banks
of the slow-moving river
the burgeoning green hills of Belize
rise to lap
against the sky’s curving shore.
Under the verdant bell of the tall tree,
the plump, leaf-green chrysalis
suspends from a slender twig,
pulsating gently.
Slowly, as the paper-thin sides split
antenna and legs emerge,
delicate as a young girl’s eyelashes.
Crumpled silken wings
spread themselves to dry
in the filtered sunlight,
gleaming blue on darker blue,
open gently in the shadowed morning air,
essence trembling, yearning
toward the promise of bright flowers
that await the curled tongue’s thrust
with honeyed throats.
beyond the low banks
of the slow-moving river
the burgeoning green hills of Belize
rise to lap
against the sky’s curving shore.
Under the verdant bell of the tall tree,
the plump, leaf-green chrysalis
suspends from a slender twig,
pulsating gently.
Slowly, as the paper-thin sides split
antenna and legs emerge,
delicate as a young girl’s eyelashes.
Crumpled silken wings
spread themselves to dry
in the filtered sunlight,
gleaming blue on darker blue,
open gently in the shadowed morning air,
essence trembling, yearning
toward the promise of bright flowers
that await the curled tongue’s thrust
with honeyed throats.