Mother and daughter watched the delicate butterfly land silently on the vibrant pink zinnia. The long stem held the extra weight. No sway, no stagger, sweet nectar flowed from flower to probiscus.
“If I touch her wing, will it break?”
“No”, her mother answered. “But some dusty scales may rub off onto your hand. Her strength is in her wings. Without them she cannot lift herself to fly, and she has many miles to go.”
“She looks so fragile, like she has no bones at all.”
“We all are born with bones, but some who fly grow them on the outside.”
“What about the flower?”
“The strength of the flower is in its roots. The deeper, the stronger they are.”
I guess all bones can weaken.” She sighed as she sat. “Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy.”
Dversepoets.com challenge is to write a prosery. No more than 144-words of prose incorporating a line from a poem. The line here is from a poem by Mary Oliver titled “Spring Azures” in her book “Wild Geese”.
The line is “Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy.”