Painted Lady

by Onuora Ilodibe

Vanessa Cardui
Sometime in July noticed her presence
Upon blooming verdant lush thistles
Like thoughts prickles
Morning dew glisten off rising sun
Some things are natural as they come
Aesthetic and fragile
A touch of spectacle to reflect upon
Abreast with nature you will hear her call
Clicking sounds and whistles
Unspoken words but sounds mellifluous
Strumming every cord to piece-up a song
Morning she comes painted lady colourful on thistles thongs
As a boy she snapped my love
Playing in the tropical woods
Little do I know of her life cycle
She would last a day or two
Floating beautifully the thin air
Her multi-coloured wings.

Onuora Ilodibe is poet, MC and a writer from Nigeria. He has a BSC in Geography and Meteorology. He currently works and resides in Lagos, Nigeria. His love for poetry dates back to his childhood days, and has written ample of poems which include Uwa Abiara and Long John.