
Butterfly lights upon my cheek,
It seems to make itself at home,
Freezing like a sculpture of Rome,
I welcome it; its friendship seek,
Though I am strong, and it is weak.
A mosquito’s friendship I’d reject,
A honeybee, I would protect,
Although in a more distant way,
My butterfly’s welcome to stay,
A better friendship, I suspect.
© Susan Joy Clark 2021

wings flutter in air,
wisps of antennae tickle,
a butterfly’s kiss
© Susan Joy Clark 2021
This was written for Ronovan Writes decima challenge. The requirement was to put “cheek” in the A rhyme line. Ronovan suggested tying the decima in with the haiku challenge, using the words “air” and “wisp.”
Great job with the challenge! I think I would struggle with that one.
Thanks Mark. 🙂 I wasn’t sure what to do with “cheek” at first, and then the butterfly idea came to me. 🙂