The Other Butterfly that Stamped
The Other* Butterfly that Stamped
Rohinton Daruwala
A man, looking out a window spies
Two butterflies in a tree,
A male outside, while a female lies
Emerging from her cocoon, still not free.
The male over eager to mate,
Tears at the cocoon impatiently.
The man makes jokes at their fate,
Can't emerge now - my hair's not dry,
Reservations at seven, we'll be late.
He watches the male try after try,
And then sees him fly away
Into a lonely piece of sky.
The man imagines him making his way
In through window onto instrument panel
A green yellow stone in a garden of grey
Floating and landing in a careless channel
Of buttons, activating sequence pins
That launch missiles, whose metallic enamel
Like the teeth of fire-bearded djinns
Open up to swallow a city complete
In a single giant mushroom that spins
Out a gift of radiational heat
That warms the female butterfly
Now emerged and in all conceit
Fluttering impatiently, wondering why
Her mate wandered off and whether
The suddenly darkening sky
Is another case of butterfly weather.
*The entire story (thank the public domain) is available here
Rohinton Daruwala
A man, looking out a window spies
Two butterflies in a tree,
A male outside, while a female lies
Emerging from her cocoon, still not free.
The male over eager to mate,
Tears at the cocoon impatiently.
The man makes jokes at their fate,
Can't emerge now - my hair's not dry,
Reservations at seven, we'll be late.
He watches the male try after try,
And then sees him fly away
Into a lonely piece of sky.
The man imagines him making his way
In through window onto instrument panel
A green yellow stone in a garden of grey
Floating and landing in a careless channel
Of buttons, activating sequence pins
That launch missiles, whose metallic enamel
Like the teeth of fire-bearded djinns
Open up to swallow a city complete
In a single giant mushroom that spins
Out a gift of radiational heat
That warms the female butterfly
Now emerged and in all conceit
Fluttering impatiently, wondering why
Her mate wandered off and whether
The suddenly darkening sky
Is another case of butterfly weather.
*The entire story (thank the public domain) is available here
posted by wordmonkey at 5:25 am
1 Comments:
Lovely poem. It is very rare to read good poetry (and I mean good poetry, not the mush that keeps cropping up everyday) on blogs. Thanks.
BTW you carry a very heavy burden by way of your name. ;-) Rohinton Mistry you must be familiar with. Besides we have an excellent professor named Rohin Daruwala in our college. It's a rare coincidence and I hope you are not him. ;-)
Kudos. Your blog is a black beauty.
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