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Belief: Read by a Professional Actor at READ IMAGINE CREATE June 2, 2014 San Diego Old Town Theatre and published in Somersault (Ingly Writers) Prose and Poetry Anthology 2017

July 13, 2017

Thought I should reblog this since it was recently included in Somersault, An Ingly Writers Prose & Poetry Anthology Volume I available on Amazon

The Poetry and Prose of Barbara Huntington

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Photo and poem by Barbara W. Huntington

When I was a child, the butterfly of belief
Brushed a filmy wing across my forehead
“Chase me, chase me.”
Through churchyards and headstones
I reached out and grasped soft wings against my palm
I held,
Released her
Slept

In my youth, she hid behind napalm clouds of war
Fluttered above a guitar in songs of peace and equality
Was forgotten in the headiness of first love
Lit briefly in the comfort of second
Not knowing if I really held her
Pretended her presence
For my children

In middle age, children gone to chase their own butterflies,
No infinite sky, no fluttering form, a shadowed memory
In the dark cramped rooms of death
Parents, friends, my dying love
His mind and body, gone before the breath stopped
Mocking, mutant memories
No place for butterflies
Too fearful to sleep

My hand numb with grasping…

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