Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

" Butterfly"

by Donald Falconer

Butterfly - why do you sit still softly
on the rose, silent as an earthquake to
a deaf ear? Why does your philosophy
astound and confound the finest of true
minds? Why does your fragile and delicate
form inspire delight, and why does your flight
tantalize and hypnotize eyes of hate
with the suggestion of love at first sight?
One time I saw one of your kind drowning
in a fountain in Rome. Absorbed in pity
I lifted your wings aloft to the breeze blowing.
Dry! I released them into the city
sky. It was only then that I knew the reason
the same one why a leaf falls in its season.

Added: 28.04.2011

Judges' comments on this poem


A fair attempt at a sonnet but it falls into too many clichés and the rhyming scheme seems forced.


This is a beautifully constructed poem and I really enjoyed reading it. Thank you