Greetings to all and to Dverse Poets on their 8th anniversary. Am linking this to open link night with Mish; https://dversepoets.com/ And really pleased to find Earthweal and their challenges with a nature focus; https://earthweal.com/
Life coming out of lockdown in Spain has been interesting and busy in many ways as we can now decide to go out more and visit friends and family. Some normality but also it is very strange and strained too. We hope all is going well for so many of you in many different places.
There has also been more work to do on the finca as we finally been able to have help from others. There have been some blessings in our retreat from society but sadness too as we are personally touched by loss and at another loss as we watch and read too much incompetent managing of a health crisis.
.This poem on my 26 poem challenge is structured around my form of 26 lines, 12 for the tree and 12 for the butterfly and two finishing lines to comment on both. It is based on our experience of having to cut back some trees from the house and knowledge of butterfly habitats and the plants and trees they need.
The Madroño Tree and the Two Tail Pasha
Arbutus Unedo, Strawberry tree, Madroño
Today is trim time for trees
But not scissor light snips
More motor power and deep cuts
Ear muffs on for heavy chain whirs
If you could only keep your fine fans
Of branches away from our earth tiled roof
I would not feel the hurt of habitat loss
The screams of the leaves as they dash
Against the cool cement white rendered walls
The birds will not be pleased
Nor the butterfly that some call
The foxy emperor or Pasha.
Two Tail Pasha, Charaxes jasius, El Baja or Cuatro Colas. ( 4 tails!)
Here you must lay your eggs
To hatch into the worm with two horns.
How do you know this tree is best?
You do not need a nest
To carefully care as each of yours
Must hatch alone. Make its own munch
Through tough leaves.
Tough lives taken at the point of a beak
Or hang cocooned for days
Till horns transform, two tails of wings emerge.
So bright, so fair, move me to gasp
At change so rare.
From dark places, burst leaves, break wings.
Reach out for life, lived briefly, in the light.

As for the ongoing climate crisis my poetry challenge is to help conservation charities restore nature and prevent biodiversity loss. We must have more trees and wild places. It will help us too.
I know there are a lot of struggling charities at the moment but if you can support my efforts I and theRSPB/BirdLife International would be grateful. I am halfway through now and every little helps me write more!
I always think it’s sad when we destroy habitat. What a beautiful butterfly and caterpillar.
Great poem Georgina.
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Thanks, Opher, I agree but we had to try and encourage the tree away from the house. It’s branches were on the roof! The madroño recovers well though, it’s a toughy. But who knows about eggs although we didn’t see any of those bizarre caterpillars. Hope you are all keeping well.
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I feel the pain of the tree’s loss and of the caterpillar struggling through metamorphosis. I hope that your struggle to emerge from lockdown lessens soon and that you stay safe.
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Ah, yes, I funnily enough hadn’t quite seen the connection. We have been cocooned! Yes, it is all a bit more uncertain but we must take care and have to take some risk.
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I like these, and each of then=m seems to have a different, and appropriate voice. I’m finding each series of poems that you write better than the last!
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Thanks, perhaps the practice is helping!
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what a tragedy to have to harvest trees, hope those exquisite butterflies adapt!
Thanks Georgina for all you are doing to help restore nature 🙂
And emerge slowly from lockdown … takes time to readjust ❤
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A beautifully heartfelt poem with essence of grief. Amazing writing!
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Thanks, Lucy. I guess so much we do affects nature in some way.
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You write so beautifully. You made me feel the grief of the lost tree, and the we of the transformation into butterfly, truly an amazement. Thank you for the work you do for Mother Nature. I am so happy you found your way to earthweal. Thank you so much for linking your beautiful poem.
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Am glad to find likeminded souls and poets!
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I identified with your poem. We just discovered a hole in our attic roof, caused by the constant rubbing of a tree limb. The tree is a beautiful flowering pear, but alas it’s attacking us!!
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Yes, these trees have great strength as they reach for the sky. Our roves are irrelevant!
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An interesting form to explore different perspectives. Hope the season sees many butterflies emerge.
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Thanks, yes there will be some!
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This is beautifully emotive, Georgina! 💝 I felt every word.
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Thanks, Sanaa, your comments inspire me to keep going.
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I enjoyed your poem a lot. It is sad when we have prune trees to keep them away from our houses. I have that problem here too. Like you I hope we find ways to restore our planet to an ecological balance.
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Thanks, Suzanne, it is a fine balance as the trees also create welcome shade. Over 36 degrees now at Navasola!
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I felt your sincere sadness over the tree, and your caring for the development and growth of the cocoon. Enjoyed your writing and I like this new form.
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Thanks Myrna, yes I am discovering there is some focus in trying to fit words to a form.
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Very descriptive and poignant. The ending lines are a call to hope and courage.
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Thanks Imelda, am glad there is that suggestion as sometimes it is easy to lose hope.
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I always feel bad even when cutting back my houseplants…but it must be done fro time to time. What a beautiful butterfly to end with! (K)
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Thanks, it is an amazing one and quite big!
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