Little Things | Shaily Agrawal

I had always been like that–

Building shrines

For dead butterflies,

And visiting

With the freshest flowers.

You had been like that too,

Loving me for little things,

Until you grew up

And I didn’t.


Shaily Agrawal is a small-town Indian and a working mother. Her skewed perspective is apparent through her stories on her blog: https://fishinthetrees.home.blog/ You can read her first short story collection, The Forest Bed on Amazon Kindle.

Flutter | Angela J Wilson

a rainy balloon drifted into sight

I looked out from this cloudy train

all my wings taken flight

left over sorrow and pain

transient, a mere passer-by

my reflection, a rusty butterfly.


Angela (she/her) was born and lives in rural North Wales, UK, she studied English and American Literature at Aberystwyth University and has returned to poetry after many years. She considers poetry an art of pure freedom. Angela was recently published in ‘Ink Drinkers’ Magazine and is currently compiling her work for her first poetry collection

Butterfly | Sarah Whiley

That’s right
I’m the sidekick
Riding the tailcoats
Of those braver than I
Too shy
Too scared
To bare my teeth
Instead, I smile

Push me around?
You can
I promise I won’t mind
I have no guile
I grit my teeth
My knuckles are white
What lies beneath
Composure like armour

Shh. Can you hear it?
My soul has awakened
She’s trying to get out
I’m on my knees
Slowly I push
Gently I prod
The cocoon opens wide
And I am bioluminescent

I am ready
My stars in the sand
Laid bare for all to see
A butterfly


Sarah Whiley is a primary school teacher, with a passion for writing. She enjoys crafting whimsical short stories and poems, in a variety of forms. More work from Sarah can be found at her blog, By Sarah.

Gray Butterfly | Frank Hubeny

While walking through the prairie Joseph noticed the colorful butterflies moving from blossom to blossom. He remembered the satisfaction of doing purposeful work before his injuries.

Back on the street a carload of unemployed youth who called themselves the Retaliators taunted him as they drove by shouting, “Useless eater!”

Joseph’s accident may have been a curse, but how great were his blessings! That evening before lying in bed he kissed his wife and she smiled. Falling asleep he saw a gray butterfly sitting on a post waiting for him becoming as it few off colorful and bright.


Frank Hubeny spends his time between Miami Beach and Northbrook, Illinois. He regularly posts poetry, short fiction and photography to https://frankhubeny.blog.

Metamorphosis | Bob Fairfield

Now we can see a single leaf

a sign of new life hides beneath

a yellow, single speck has lain

like St Swithin’s threat of rain

till the small but ravenous beast

on poor defenceless leaf unleashed

and five voracious weeks will pass

before as if to stone the body cast

while in that tomb vast changes make

yet not death but beauty make.


Bob Fairfield is a lover of rhyme traditional poetry form, also short form and Limerick. His work may be viewed at http://bobfairfield.org.

Diaphanous Delight | Peter Matthews

Flittering, fluttering, butterfly wings

One of life’s wonders such beautiful things

Alighting on flowers and floating on high

Painting new portraits way up in the sky

Some look like tigers and some look like eyes

There’s so much to see as the butterfly flies

You may be surprised at the height they can soar

Six thousand metres, perhaps a bit more

They can’t be surpassed as a creature of flight

When they bring so much pleasure, such joy, and delight!


Peter Matthews, a country boy at heart, lives with his wife in the suburbs of Nottingham, England.  His greatest achievement is that he has aged fairly gracefully but has avoided growing up.  Peter has written poetry from the age of sixteen and blogs regularly at www.pollymermaid.wordpress.com.

Shadowed Empath | Cheryl Wood

Monochrome beauty

Have you lost your way

Discouraged by these tiring days?

Have faith, the clouds will soon depart

Colorful wings will show your heart

No grey camouflage then needed

The sun will out, your brilliance heeded.


Cheryl Wood is a widowed grandmother who fills empty times scribbling on many subjects, usually with a bit of humor.

Untitled | Venkataraman Ganesan

The fragile wings tremulously resting on the very edge of the ancient bark had seen better days. The Polka Dots in Sepia were showing telling signs of wear and tear. The journey from larva to pupa to butterfly had been an exhilarating one indeed. There was neither room for remorse nor reason for regret. What initially were flights of absolute fancy had eventually transformed into adventures of purpose. It was a life well lived. Fragrance. Fulfillment and Fun. The bosom of Mother Nature was benevolence personified. Now it was time for redemption. To return to the very origin. To salvation.


Metamorphosis | Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris

One step, two step, three and more

Takes us through that hidden door

How am I supposed to fly?

Legs and body no wings have I

.

Oblivion waits beyond that portal

Awake or asleep you’ll become immortal

Don’t hesitate with wings unfurled

Release them now behold the world


Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris lives in Wilmington, NC. She is a published poet by Cameron Art Museum. She successfully completed the 2021 24 Hour Poetry Marathon.

Ami is working on her second action/adventure/romance novel and is a contributing member of numerous writers groups. She’s also known as “Gypsie”.