Garden Of Butterflies Poem by Rita Pal

A chaos of webbed larvae,
Secretly, softly, silently revealing
Like christening holy water
The architect of dragged time
Began to weave the character
Like orchestras of French horns,
Dressed in wedding virgin white
Waiting to be unveiled into caterpillars.
Colour Chromium leaves in winter
Is this the witch's magical chemist?
Twisted braids to mythical mystery
Filled with technical secular beauty
Sparkling birth of chrysalis spectre
Yearning in gasping hunger
To feed its famished stomach.
Summer beckons, nightmares shorten
Rainbow colours blossom into butterfly wings