Cut up

My hair feels tangled and matted,

My hands are covered with glue.

The skin on my fingers are peeling

And its all for the love of you.

My nails are brittle and splitting

And I am spitting feathers!

The obscenities are atrocious

But love our get-togethers’!

There are legs all over the table

And bodies fallen on the floor,

The hours of cutting you out -

You’re going to make a lovely décor!

With all the picking and snipping,

At times they have been ripping.

The arduous amount of sticking

And all the tea I have been sipping!

The antennae where the legs should be,

And legs they were akimbo!

Their balance now so upside-down

Hope to finish this tomorrow

Some are common but not seen many,

Some are even mating!

Some out on a wing and a prayer

And it’s all been very frustrating!

Stuck to where they shouldn’t stick

And I’ve been climbing the walls!

And wondering why the hell

I started it at all…..

Scissors, paper everywhere,

Mess taken over the room.

Take a break and a deep breath -

In a minute I’ll be back to resume.

Over the days for a labour of love,

Tweezers, wire, copied chart.

Love all the browns, greens and blues

Little creatures, close to my heart.

The fifty nine British Butterflies

And their outside wing,

Live on some twigs in my house

So special you beautiful thing.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

31/08/2026

For my dad and all butterfly lovers