Lorca wanted his butterfly to cease mid-air.
Ted Hughes saw the chrysalis as
mummy,
Mary Oliver's butterfly fuzzled
the damp throats of flowers.
This Spanish butterfly is neither
of those, and
variously pauses on the pinnacles
of seed pods,
busy at her work in sunny
Barcelona.
Slow and methodical she doesn't
flit or fly,
instead spreads her concave wings
over lilac thistle,
her stained-glass colours -
yellow with brown borders
brightening the clutter of green
grass, green trees.
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