Poem 18 – Shadow of its Former Self

In solid black
This fragile thing becomes strong
Bold against sunlight

But in this stance
Something’s lost
Once paperlike tenderness
Ethereal lightness
Colour drained

The shadow of a butterfly on our window against the low autumn sun caught my eye this morning.


© Ben Quant 2021

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