The Monarch – a poem by Christine A. Brooks

The Monarch

He floated in, as if he had been here before, as if,
He knew his way.

He stayed, moments only, perhaps,
Strong in the warm summer breeze,
Of his ability to fly away at any time,
allowing me in,
Ever briefly.

Dancing the fragile dance,
That afternoon
Both strong apart —

He fluttered, opening his strong wings emblazoned with bold orange and
Black so dark it appeared blue

Until the moment his colors
Burst into flame,
And he was gone,
Leaving only his imprint
On my soul.


Christine A. Brooks is a graduate of Western New England University with her B.A. in Literature, and is currently attending Bay Path University for her M.F.A. in Creative Non Fiction. Most recently a series of poems, The Ugly Five, are in the summer issue of Door Is A Jar Magazine and her poem, The Writer, is in the June, 2018 issue of The Cabinet of Heed Literary Magazine. Three poems, Puff, Sister and Grapes are in the 5th issue of The Mystic Blue Review. Her vignette, Finding God, will be in the December issue of Riggwelter Press, and her series of vignettes, Small Packages, was named a semifinalist at Gazing Grain Press in August 2018.

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