poetry and prose about place


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scrap of paper

plucked from my hand

wind a tease

always one wing beat

beyond the finger tip

attempts to read

its delicate code

of dots

and dashes


a yellow Post-it note

folded on the tower

of a blue sky cornflower

a tatter

a musical note

set to the panic

of butterfly flight


a curtsy and away

across the field


pursued by a butterfly net

and a killing jar



Copyright Jane Spavold Tims 2018


Written by jane tims

May 30, 2018 at 7:00 am

Posted in wild life

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  1. That’s very nice Jane.

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    allan hudson

    May 31, 2018 at 6:54 am

    • Thanks Allan. I love butterflies and moths. I’ll have to ‘discover’ some on Meniscus! BTW beelwort makes it into the glossary in Book Five, to be released later this year. Also in the book, an acknowledgement to you!


      jane tims

      May 31, 2018 at 6:47 pm

  2. Enjoyed your fresh approach to butterflies and the images will keep returning throughout the summer, Saw my first Tiger Swallowtail yesterday, but there was only “a curtsy and (it was) away across the field.”

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    May 30, 2018 at 7:25 am

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