Thursday, September 7, 2017

Patience (Day 232)

Collecting damp grass 
clippings on her hands, 
sweet Patience cartwheels 
into the clear 
evening, and nods to 
the butterfly circle. 
Wise, they may be, 
she knows, but excessively 
fond of treacle. Eyeing 
their clutter of clumsy wings, 
she says, to herself: 
“And it shows.” 
In their gossipy klatsch,
the mavens sip tea, 
while catching their friends 
telling lies. 
Fluttering, feigning, reluctant 
to reveal what each knows 
is her own thin disguise, 
they reign over the lawn, 
where Patience is 
yawning, stretched out
beneath a ring of
portly lepidopterans.


(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

Image: public domain