November PAD Challenge Day 3: For today’s prompt, I want you to take the phrase “Sort of (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem.
Sort of Like Butterfly Feet
They flit and flutter, never
allowed to put down full weight
for fear of cutting off awareness
with heavy burden of self.
Nose in toes must step gingerly,
or take risk of impeding message
of safety or further nurture.
But then, who would want to eat
where only feet have been?
Elizabeth Crawford 11/3/11
Notes: Recently read that butterflies smell and taste through their feet. Have been fascinated with that idea, ever since.