Wednesday, September 7, 2011

The Butterfly

Contrary to what my title seems like, I'm not actually starting my next series yet.  No, this is the name of a poem.

The Butterfly

The last, the very last,
So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow.
Perhaps if the sun's tears would sing
against a white stone…

Such, such a yellow
Is carried lightly ‘way up high.
It went away I'm sure because it wished to
kiss the world goodbye.

For seven weeks I've lived in here,
Penned up inside this ghetto
But I have found my people here.
The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut candles in the court.
Only I never saw another butterfly.
That butterfly was the last one.

Butterflies don't live in here,
In the ghetto.

Pavel Friedmann  4.6.1942

The Butterfly Project was shared with me today by CauldronKeeper.  It is an effort by the Holocaust Museum Houston (and the world) to remember the 1.5 million children who died during the holocaust.  You can find out more at their website, but the short of it is that they are collecting butterflies...1.5 million of them.

CauldronKeeper is making a butterfly, and I am going to as well.  I'm thinking embroidery, but we shall see!

On a side note, I'm feeling better.  I'm really trying not to over do it and get worse again.

Hope you all have a great day!

1 comment:

  1. I shared this same project a few weeks ago on my blog... I though it was such an amazing idea! I have still to get our butterflies done, but my children are excited to get started, and I'm excited to have them a part of such a great display. I'll also be sending the link for the lesson plan to my child's school. I would love to see what creativity you'll be hatching! Please share if you plan to submit!