*POETRY WARNING* Caterpillar Soup

chrysalised
I am melting
reforming what was
as it swims my vision
the hardening of wings is
sharp elbows inside this envelope
Curling tongue where once were teeth
will my voice now spiral, not gnash?
it's solitary work, metamorphosis
just like the skin that no longer fit
I'll cast aside this shell
and fly 5000 miles
to my death
in the sun



Further Reading:

How Does a Caterpillar Turn into a Butterfly?
- from Scientific American.  You always wanted to know, right?

Photos of metamophosis without a cocoon
Michael Cook managed to capture photos of a Tussah silkmoth larva that failed to spin a cocoon.

Why Millions of Painted Lady Butterflies are Migrating Through California
- from WBUR.  I witnessed this migration myself in 2001 and represented it in a painting I no longer have. Despite complaints from people who like their cars to be pristine, it was one of the most magical things I've experienced. 

Comments

  1. Painted Ladies are flocking through Southern California right now, by the millions! :-)

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  2. I love this poem. It shows growth from having limited mobility to a large-range mobility. Thanks for sharing :).

    Nancy ♥ exquisitely.me

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  3. I like your structural choices and your volta. Perhaps you could use imagery in your 7th line to really make the transformation seem magical.

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