Friday 22 November 2013

#47 - Butterfly War At Dawn

Rabbles break cover from the marsh mallow, chromatic cluster bombs.
Marbled whites yaw through clouds of whiskey-coloured gatekeepers.
Painted ladies cling to red admirals in death-pirouettes.
Tortoiseshells joust with silver-washed fritilliaries.
White-letter hairstreaks are split in two by commas.
Grizzled skippers hang back, waiting for an opening.
The battle takes place in silence
and as the sun crests the alders,
the heat haze flickers with brimstones.

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