Metamorphosis

Hidden within the earth’s grit was an egg;

A perfect ovoid, powder grey with specks of brown

As it cracked, a newfound spring emerged

A tiny caterpillar sleepily opened her eyes

Pouring rain sang down to the primulas 

the colours of the wind painted the cosmos.

This caterpillar was in awe

She wobbled,

She crawled

She crept on these primulas and started her work

She ate these leaves and moved on to the cosmos

This caterpillar grew quickly;

The more the caterpillar ate, the stronger she became;

The wiser she became

The caterpillar burrowed and climbed into trees

Navigated through complex terrain;

She was untouchable to all predators

The caterpillar sighed and looked at the tumultuous sky

‘It’s time to go back home and rest’

So, the caterpillar travelled south to her origin

and abruptly stopped when she saw her fellow caterpillars.

She hugged these caterpillars tightly

She weaved into her silken chrysalis with determination

She was trapped;

Trapped in the walls she built herself

The others wailed and sobbed

They were simply inconsolable.

The caterpillar waited patiently inside her cocoon and smiled.

Once she had disintegrated

Enzymes were released in the chrysalis.

These enzymes dissolved all her tissues into a thick soup;

except her imaginal discs.

These discs used the soup to fuel rapid cell division

She formed wings

She formed legs

She formed antennae

Blood began to pump into her wings

It was time.

She emerged from the cocoon like a pulsating dream

floating on the breeze

She danced as her crumpled wings straightened;

Wings brightly coloured, crimson like a fiery sunset;

Yellow like golden silk; blue like electric current

With white polka dots and coal edges

She floated on the primulas and cosmos

She drank their sweet nectar;

Her proboscis stretched deeply like a delicate straw

Then, the butterfly flew to my grave.

She placed soft kisses on my tombstone

And wiped my tomb with her gaily wings

She rose higher in the sky.

She flew to heaven,

Curling into the sweetest of swirls;

a hypnotic rhythm in every flutter,

my soul was in that butterfly.

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