Flight of fancy

Butterflies

rustle fragile wings

in a feverish, kaleidoscopic rush to

belly, brain, lungs,

tingling nerve endings.

Yet, among this skittery-jittery fluttering,

a moment.

As when the key clicked open my future home and,

through my jangling hungover fug,

a melody of inevitability murmured

soothing strains.

Familiarity before its time.

So

could this

ridiculous, precarious,

glorious, harmonious

flight of fancy

also be

mine?


by Rowena Forbes



Inspiration? Him.