Cocooned

The picture is courtesy of Rick Bosman. Rick very kindly let me use this photo of a 1 metre sculpture he made

this is his site

Rick's wonderful site.

"What the caterpillar calls the end of the world -

 the master calls a butterfly." - Richard Bach

COCOONED 

She was wrapped, trapped in her duvet..

For days she did not rise,

surprise with sighs and lies.

In her mind she was a butterfly.

She just lay

                          day after day.

But she was dream weaving;

scheming about leaving.

Her metamorphosis was due,

and no one had a clue.

She just lay,

                   day after day

When they broke down the door,

there was no trace of her

 any more.

She had taken flight,

sometime in the night.

All that remained

torn and stained,

was her old duvet

   brown,

 ripped,

 and quite crisp

                          

 like a

                             cocoon.

Copyright Diana Leighton March 2012