Butterfly Laughter

In the middle of our porridge plates
There was a blue butterfly painted
And each morning we tried who should reach the
butterfly first.
Then the Grandmother said: "Do not eat the poor
That made us laugh.
Always she said it and always it started us laughing.
It seemed such a sweet little joke.
I was certain that one fine morning
The butterfly would fly out of our plates,
Laughing the teeniest laugh in the world,
And perch on the Grandmother's lap.

by Katherine Mansfield

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Comments (12)

Delightful! Absolutely delightful, Katherine of Many Faces!
i like this poem
Nice and simple imagery. I especially appreciate the overall fairy-tale feel of the poem. Sweet poem.
what a lovely memory of your grandmother and family
Loved this poem about the butterfly. I love butterflies. Check out my poem BUTTERFLY OF DEATH.
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