Blue Butterfly Dreams

Emma Datson

Butterflies are floating, everywhere now, Summer is upon us, and they’ve arrived, Their beauty astounds, nature take a bow, So sad to think, they are so short alive.

Whenever a butterfly comes, floats nearby, It brings a wistful smile, and heartfelt sigh, So that it appears, I may start to cry, But it is just wonder, escaping high.

The sun is blazing, small waves are crashing, Ferries and strangers, pass without a look, As butterflies are still close by, floating, As I write upon this, my secret book.

I am dreaming, my blue butterfly dreams, Whilst the blue summer beyond me, just gleams.

Sonnet for Tom Clancy

Erica Reid

I knewthat it was you. The double-cross! Of course, at first I didn’t know. I thought you were my comrade/lover/brother/boss I trusted you with [macguffin]. Then you shot me in the leg to throw them off the trail or so you said, but in your dossier you had another name. Now I’m in jail again, prepared to shank and box my way to freedom, to our final confrontation inside a sinking car or burning train. I’ll leave my badge, my gun, the whole damn station and spend my days umbrella-less in rain to brood about the ones I couldn’t save and lay a rose upon my daughter’s grave.