Frankenberry's Attic

Earlier this week there was a prompt from Merril where she wrote of butterflies, Poetics: But no, a butterfly, and provided a list of butterfly names for us to possibly work a poem around, asking for 3 or more of the names to be included.

Well, it’s been pretty busy for me of late and I wasn’t able to get to the prompt during the week in the window with all the others, but I held some thoughts till the weekend to see what I could do because it was really cool idea.

Ended up having some fun.

Thanks Merril.

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They Thought Themselves a Play of Some Renown

They thought themselves a play         

unordinary                                        

new bards of some renown                

For groundling pennied revelry          

and even seated ladies                       

shown to out the town                       

.

Small wood nymph’s abscond           

the Duke of Burgundy                  

and his ego of renown                                   

to overplay his overbold                     

lifetime story overtold                        

where he’d be fancied, but a clown       

.

Wandering skipper comes to ground               

unwandered then                                

director of renown                             

to rein in chaos of speckled wood          

from forest to maiden’s trees              

on a lawn within the round                

.

Pine Satyr is set to mischieve         

and lead famously                                    

The actor of renown                          

With Autumn leaf to float his wife                     

They’ll dance along the limbs            

Never needing touch the ground       

.

They’d be known then all                  

From wood to moat                            

these new bards of renown                

Large tortoiseshell would keep the coin      

Golden birdwing would sing their songs   

Regale from town to town                 

.

And with each stop                   

They’d think themselves

a play of their renown                          

for groundling pennied revelry           

and those seated ladies

taken out the town

.                             

That with fresh Duke abscond anew

they will

from latest town of some renown

to play themselves of boasting pomp

habit fine and manner tight

but be fancied still, always to be clowned