Weta Poem :D

Butterfly Dance

Butterfly Dance

We had the dance perfected for weeks,

but when the time came to dance on stage

the butterflies came dancing back.

Like people running from zombies

or ducks scrapping for the last breadcrumb.

I was nervous like everyone else,

but there wasn't anything I could do.

I couldn’t run as fast as roller-blades skate.

I couldn’t run as fast as cheetah leap.

I couldn’t run away from the butterflies.

When the dance was over my heart was a

galloping gazelle.

The butterflies still come and go,

but now I feel as though

I fly with them.

Struggling Worms C:

Struggling Worms

Standing outside in piles of leave skeletons,

just staring at the random bugs

struggling to live in the makariri weather

of Greymouth

Te marama marshmallow clouds covering

parts of the pale blue sky,

not blocking the cold hard wind

Freakish worms covered in minuscule stones,

trying to get out of the freezing wind of autumn

Birds chirping at each other like mums over a

cup of coffee

Green grass getting trodden on by kids playing tag,

while the leaves fly around them.

By Fern The Rad

2016