Monday, October 14, 2024

1331 - Metamorphosis

 


The Sunday Whirl presents twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.  

This weeks words are: 
witchcraft, metamorphosis, garden, whirl, woods, fly, siren, sign, breath, stone, circle, why
Poets & Storytellers prompt is "The joy of walking away".
In this case it is "The joy of flying away".


Metamorphosis

Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man of twists and turns.
-- The Odyssey

Why? is the wrong question.
How? Is more to the point.
There is magic afoot in my garden.
How a pudgy, multi-legged sausage,
Full of the half-digested greenery
Of my well-loved garden,
Encases itself in a circle, a case, of gossamer
A change booth, a most private retreat 
Only to re-emerge as a butterfly?
What witchcraft is this?

I hold my breath as it takes its first,
Before launching off, flying off,
More a wobble than a whirl 
Twisting and turning
Moving from plants to flowers to woods.
How can this melting and remaking happen?
A clear sign of my ignorance.

What else is changing without witness?
Were the tangle of wire coat-hangers
Once my strangely missing ball-points?
What am I to believe?
Is there anything set in stone?
And if they are, can I trust the stones?  
The siren’s say ‘come Ulysses, come closer’.
Are they really stones?  
My toe says yes.

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43 comments:

  1. Technical point: the Ulysses butterfly, The Dunk Island Blue, was my late wife's favourite butterfly.

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    1. Nice touch, Ulysses! I've never seen one...must go and look it up.

      Pris cilla King

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    2. It was a happy coincidence all 'round, Pris cilla.

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  2. I love this - and am a big, big fan of flutterbyes.

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    1. With your flower collection, I don't doubt it.

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  3. Are not butterflies being the reincarnated spirits of people that are deserving of being pecked to death by birds?

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    1. Is that Buddhist or Hindu?

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    2. What about Indian Meal Moths? Are they people who used to hang out on the web?

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    3. I'm not sure what the point is here.

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    4. I'm glad I'm American and don't believe that! Some butterflies are composters but we see them as symbols of transformation.

      PK

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    5. Not sure about the composters description. Most definitely symbols of transformation though.

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  4. I wondered where all my pens go to! Socks? What are they the larval form of?

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    1. Coffee mugs, I think.

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    2. Lee suggesting is a good one but socks are the larval form of empty Vegemite jars.

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  5. What else is changing without witness? It’s a beautiful reminder of how much goes on beneath the surface, both in nature and in our own lives, often without our understanding. Your poem left me reflecting on the mysteries of transformation. Thank you for inviting me into that space of wonder, doubt, and discovery.

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    1. “I knew who I was this morning, but I've changed a few times since then.” – Lewis Carroll.

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    2. "It can be challenging to figure out who you are. It's a process that takes time, filled with self-discovery, introspection, and a bit of trial and error..." Unknown Author

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  6. What else is changing without witness? ... socks and coffee mugs, of course, maybe people too...we're just the larvae of some thing else... :)

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    1. Or the food for the larva of something else?

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    2. Trust a scientist to say that!

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  7. Some of the comments here are as entertaining as your poem!

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  8. Some wonderful existential pondering brought firmly down to earth with a stubbed toe! (And thank you for all your kind comments at mine) Jae

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    1. You are most welcome and the comments most deserved.

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  9. Indeed, we are surrounded by magic and miracles, if only we stop to notice.
    Love the ending!

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  10. There's a sweet playfulness that draws me into this piece. The stones and stubbed toe are as real as the butterfly's wings. They're all part of the joy and absurdity of life.

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    1. I can vouch for life being pretty absurd at the moment. Joy is more scattered. (But there if you look for it.)

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  11. i love your ending on this!

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    1. I too am also being so glad that he has reached the ending.

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    2. I am being a Princess. You will not be reducing me to an acronym like a common cash machine.

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  12. I am drowning in the deep depths of your beautifully composed poem.

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  13. Your poem brings both the spiritual and existential aspects of life.....beautifully interwoven. Also I like to believe that butterflies are our dear departed souls on a short visit.

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  14. "Is there anything set in stone?
    And if they are, can I trust the stones?"

    Ah, a question to ponder!

    Your description of the butterfly emerging is gorgeous.

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    1. Thank you. Metamorphosis or metaphysical? Either will do.

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