The Man From The Nether Lands Poem by Will Barber
The Man From The Nether Lands
The man from the nether lands
Had such troubles on the mind,
He let his nose grow great
To sniff the winds,
He let his fingers spider
Out, to grimmer grasp,
He opened up the windows
In his narrow house.
I cannot, no man can,
Tell how the story ends;
At present, yellow butterflies
Flutter past arachnid hands
Uninjured, in the twilight
Falling softly on the nether man.
1979
Beautifully composed. Like fine music that is felt rather than understood. To me, the yellow butterflies symbolize the fleeting nature of all earthly things. Thank you, Will. Warmest regards, Sandra
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5/5/2024 7:58:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This sparks the imagination as well as evoking a myriad of emotions... Very fine, Will, very fine indeed.