Similar to a Tykki Duw,
a Pili Pala
is a Butterfly,
a Papillon,
a By-me-flew;
all colours, and patterned hues,
flitting and fluttering,
uttering soft hulloes.
By the Book (sic)
By the Book (sic)
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Pili Pala
Posted in Poetry
Tagged #Beauty, #Butterfly, #Papillon, #PiliPala, #poetry. #poem, #TykkiDuw
Beautiful butterfly
Beautiful butterfly,
I watch as you Flutterby,
knowing that I am but a guy,
you know not at all.
.
Where you are going to?
So brave with your derring-do;
while I watch admiring you,
as seasons do fall.
.
Then, when your wings have gone,
I shall look back upon,
the flier that brightly shone,
and await your next call.
‘Butterfly Stop’ – Thursday Throwback
A butterfly
set down atop
a spiky plant
a mome to stop.
“I think I’ll stay!”
I heard her say,
then she flew off –
and all within a second –
brief, though her visit was,
on she went,
her rest time spent,
as the lure of flight still beckoned.
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“How do you do, Tikki Duw?”
“How do you do, Tikki Duw?”
“Very well, thank you.” said the Tikki Duw,
who then fluttered off unto the blue.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged #Butterfly, #Cornish, #Kernewek, #poetry. #poem, #tikkiDuw, Cornwall, Kernow
Kelyonen (Fly)
I don’t know why
fly, in Cornish,
became something bigger;
things like this
are hard to figure,
even though ‘kelyonen’
is a great name,
it seems too grand
for a tiny little one,
it’s like calling an ant
a ‘jeberenteringtun’
(which it isn’t – it’s ‘moryonen’)
‘tykki Duw’ on the other hand,
is Cornish for butterfly,
and that makes me happy.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged #Ant, #Butterfly, #Cornish, #Fly, #Kelyonen, #Moryonen, #poetry. #poem, #tikkiDuw
A butterfly, it was
A butterfly, it was,
and not a leaf;
against my belief,
that it ‘was’ a leaf,
that from off a branch
did fall
to the ground,
where it would be found
by leaf-eating creatures;
but, no, it wasn’t so,
it ‘was’ a butterfly,
that before it reached the very ground
did strike its wings
to soar, and glide
upon the breeze,
and alight once more
on a branch
in the trees.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged #Butterfly, #Flutterby, #leaf, #MistakenIdentity, #poetry. #poem
Beyond Belief
“That leaf… said Bee,
‘… is the exact same leaf
that fell upon my head last year.’
‘Don’t be ridiculous!’ said Butterfly,
‘it can’t be, Bee…’
Bee liked Butterfly, and didn’t want to appear to argue.
‘No. I suppose it cannot be, for that would almost be beyond bee leaf!’
Butterfly groaned at Bee’s pun, and took her leave.
I know…
I know
I know nothing;
which means…
I know something
and not nothing,
as I had, until recently, thought.
But, I know not what
A wasp
And a butterfly
really ought.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged #bee, #Butterfly, #Flutterby, #nonsense, #poetry. #poem, #silly
The first time I flew
The first time I flew
I had butterflies in my stomach,
and was all of a flutter;
my legs felt like jelly,
my wings felt like butter,
and all I could utter
was, ‘Yippedy-doo!’
The first time I flew.
Graeme Sandford 