This is my (late) offering for the Sunday Muse, which I often attempt to write for but which I’ve only posted for once or twice. This week’s image is below:
Monarch butterflies symbolize rebirth:
Kings seeking asylum from
The insanity of Earth,
Refugees to the Moon.
I pray, and kneel, arms
Strong in God’s holy refuge:
Maybe Luna can welcome me too,
I’d be the butterflies’ subject.
“Maybe Luna can welcome me too,
I’d be the butterflies’ subject.” – Nice way to bring in both the moon and the moth, and how we’d be subjects of the “monarch”!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Better late than never. This is good work!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Nice train of thought!!
LikeLike
Reminds me of an oldie CW song, “Thank God and Greyhound she’s gone.” (A small lesson if you’re not old like me and don’t know Greyhound, they are a fleet of cross country busses. And also give city tours.)
..
LikeLiked by 1 person
I know what Greyhound buses are, but thanks. 😀 I have never been on a Greyhound bus.
LikeLike
I too am late to respond. I love the capturing of both moon and butterflies in your poem. Thought provoking and lovely! So glad you joined us at the Muse this week.
LikeLiked by 1 person