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Alison Marr


Flash fiction, poetry and other musings.



Red Admiral Butterfly

September 22, 2019 | Poetry

You were petulant that summer’s day at the lakeside inn

scowling at the sun demanding to go home

miserable in your carapace till I whispered Look and

it came flittering on delicate brown orange stung wings

over the iron table where we sat drinking wine

till it landed on your arm and charmed to silence we

didn’t see the sleepy grey cat leap and with one bite

The Red Admiral was crushed in a stain of blood