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A Lady Larvae.

A heavy crack, the fracturing of my shell;
where I – a small worm inside – warp pinkly
raw in the new, fatal freedom of
inflating into the full glut of persona:

misled by the echo; a lung-less struggle to
indulge completion dampens my wings,
stunted in static awe:

rare kites – mapped with veins – tear at the
apex, hind wing anchored to an abdomen
slit to the hilt, divides the legs & thorax for
a mutated, mortal delivery into a
resurrection damned to the local fabric of
earth.

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Tell me the name and address of whoever put you off writing poetry for so long and I will deliver a devastating Elven curse on them. Perhaps glue them to the ceiling, or turn them into an orc.

One question. The last line seems to contradict, unless I misread this (not an uncommon occurrence) resurrection freed from the local fabric of earth?

Tell me where I went wrong.

cheers,
Jess
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Got to agree with Jess, I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. Love Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

Thank you for your comments. I am delighted you guys enjoy this one so much.

And as for the last line - it is 'damned' because the metamorphosis was unsuccessful because the wings tore, which means the creature could not fly. She was "resurrected" into a new form that was damned to fall to earth and die slowly as opposed to flying free like the rest of the moths/butterflies. It's a little morbid, I know, but it captured my feeling of being malformed in metamorphosis fairly accurately.

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ask Poe.

cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry

if this was a painting it would be powerful
vivid...startling!
it is this too as a poem!
Blasted of the harrow of life
departures..arrivals
shifts...a downed angel
nothing like having to walk
keeps our feet in hell
mixing with the mortals

Malformed..I can relate
well enough!

Excellent poem!

ThAnk U

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