Midnight Butterfly

bound freedom

She used to float free as a butterfly
now she's earthbound
wing beats crashing
chaos without flight
hunger spoiling softness

Imagining nothing
as he takes aim
pain strikes quick as a serpent
penetrates and ripples outward
his dark body ribboning
over skin pale as moonlight

Secrets snake toward escape
she surrenders, wings unfolding
like petals opening to taste evening mist
a metamorphosis born on a prick
a love potion injected to enslave her

And he has wrought the chains that will bind him


This post was written in response to the Carry On Tuesday Prompt. Go here to see what other contributed or to join the fun.


  1. Wow! Enough sensual symbolism to set the world on fire. You handle the subject with a light touch, yet do the prompt proud. I really like this. The last line twist makes it so much better.

  2. A sensual, seductive piece... I especially like the second stanza.

  3. Beautiful and I love the term butterfly brain that you left in a blog comment for me, awesome!

  4. amazing...

    thanks for visiting my place.

  5. Sexy and sensual from what is, by association, a brutal prompt. Very nicely done.

  6. Thanks for the feedback, Mike. It helps knowing what I did right.

  7. Thanks for the feedback, Laurie. I worried I went to far with that stanza. Glad to know it worked.

  8. Hey Jingle, it's great to be reading your work again.

  9. It's nice to meet someone who appreciates what it is to have a butterfly brain. :)

  10. Thanks, Madeleine. Glad you enjoyed. :)

  11. Thanks, Becca. I love the darkk.

  12. I hadn't thought of that, but yes, given it came from a boxer it was a brutal prompt.


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