I saw the butterfly
on the cold, grey cement.
At first I mistook it for a leaf,
spring green and spotted with decay.
But upon second glace,
I spied two slender feelers
And one beady black eye,
pleading for help.
I had to touch-
a velvety surprise.
Not like a leaf at all-
rubbery, rough or jagged,
But more like a babe’s bum-
powdered fresh and smooth:
I peeled the butterfly
from the cold, grey cement.
Its guts, splattered by many hard soles,
had plastered it to the sidewalk.
I wondered how a creature of such beauty
had fallen under foot and heal,
Trod upon, and walked over
regardless of saintly stature:
Holding it in one hand
I kept if from harm- if only for a while.
With my other hand
I lit the butterfly ablaze-
consumed, consumed—one last
I released the butterfly’s ashes
to the cold, grey cement.
No longer plastered to this earth
by guts and wings,
But free to fly
upon the winds of a
So, I have decided that I am going to compile a short chapbook to give away and possibly sell during poetry readings. I love making books, and this will be no exception. The last book I made, I used paper I created (complete with flowers) and sewed it together by hand.
My list of questions:
1. Which poems should I include?
2.Should I also include my photography?
3.What should I name it??
4. How many should I make??
5. What materials should I use?
I googled, “How to make a chapbook.” and found a good 8 sheet template (16 book pages).
I am using the following resources to help in this endeavor:
I will be posting updates including photos to document this exciting event. 🙂
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