A Willing Captive to the Same Butterfly Fury

A poem

James Deagle
Write Under the Moon

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“Study in Orange” (1904), detail, gum bichromate print, by Alfred Stieglitz. Courtesy of the Metropolitan Museum of Art
“Study in Orange” (1904), detail, gum bichromate print, by Alfred Stieglitz. Courtesy of the Metropolitan Museum of Art under the terms of CC0 1.0 Universal.

Muse,

you are a lantern
for my heart’s journey,

the knowing touch
of delicate fingers,

an improbable flower
(my Everblooming Rose),

a grand vista revealing
the way forward, and

a joyous sense of falling, with

the butterflies that come with
hurtling towards an ocean of tears,

as we pluck up daredevil courage,
surrendering to the outstretched arms of

love itself.

After moonless nights of
confused doubt and fear,

the rising sun reveals that
I’ve been wrestling with

my own prehistory of unhealed wounds,

and then I open my eyes
to discover once again

the secret island
we’ve been occupying all along,

a shared geography
of isolation,

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