nature orange butterfly silver bordered fritillary

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I am bereft of butterflies this summer, where there is an abundance of white wings, the orange, red, yellow, brown, black dots, swirls of peacock, admiral and fritillary are rare. The buddleia’s starflowers only ghosted by last years memory of their spindle legs and proboscis tickle. The paradise for an angel’s wing has quickly turned to brown, their tips vacant of wing beats. Summer has tumbled over with heat and dry earth, the hills at Carrbrook are black, sootdust barren from a blaze of fire. I feed goldfinch with black seeds and they come back every year. I plant blue scabious, penstemon and lavender to entice the rarest of wings and bees come back; but I am bereft of the adonis blue, clouded yellow, lulworth skipper and painted lady; they are far away from here.

Author: pennysharman

Penny is a qualified Complimentary Therapist with over 20 years experience. She is also a counselor, a healer and an awesome cook! Penny is a photographer and artist, but her focus for over 15 years has been writing poetry. Penny has an MA for Creative writing from Edge Hill University. She has had over 100 poems published in magazines such as The Interpreter’s House, Obsessed with Pipework, Strix, The North, Ink Sweat & Tears and Beautiful Dragons Anthologies. Penny’s pamphlet Fair Ground 2019 published by Yaffle Press and her first Collection Swim With Me In Deep Water 2019 published by Cerasus Poetry are available to buy from her website: Penny’s second collection is to be published in 2020/2021 by Knives Forks & Spoons Press.

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