Painted lady

A butterfly pondered her future,

Wherein might she fathom the truth?

A wise beetle said ‘Hey!' 'If you’ll

Flutter this way, I may have what

You need as a proof.’

’The future is held in a vessel, a

Mystery I’m sure you’ll agree, it

Resides in a flower of extraordinary

Power, take a look, you may like

What you see.’

Therein was an image of beauty,

A phantasmagorical sight,

A magical ball, that foresaw and

Told all, of a lady, her future, her

Life.

A sparkling soothsayer of fortune,

A fantastical droplet of dew, and

Just the right thing, a painted

Lady might think, would tell her

The absolute truth.

© Joseph G Dawson