It started with one
A single caterpillar was infected
It grew like normal
And transformed like normal
And became a butterfly.
This butterfly was pulchritudinous, as usual,
But when it came to mating,
It laid thrice as many eggs.
Caterpillars turned butterflies-
Leaves being demolished by ugly little insects
Turning into beautiful monsters
Flying throughout the sky.
The skies were made of wings,
The ground covered in dead grass
Due to the aesthetic apocalypse.
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Ah, it’s a beautiful word “pulchritudinous”! If it’s ok with you, I’d like to re-blog this poem to my Apocalypse Corner located here: http://zeromissing.wordpress.com/. Are you so inclined?
That would be awesome! Thanks 🙂
Great, then, all being well, I’ll include the poem as part of the upcoming Apocalypse Thursday collections, where I showcase the various apocalyptically-themed items I try and collect together during the week. This will take place next Thurs -11 April . Obviously I’ll identify you as the author of the poem and provide links back to your blog etc. Cheers!
That’s great! I look forward to seeing it 🙂 Thanks!!
“infected … with beauty” – I very much liked this poem. Plus, I got to learn a new word! 🙂
It was a new word for me as well, that’s why it’s bold. Plus, I wanted it to stand out 🙂 Thanks for the compliments!
Love it. The opposing descriptions of monstrous beauty… We have a butterfly plant and with seven monstrosities chomping away and it was easy to imagine the sky filled with new butterflies and the dead grass beneath.
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Here’s a pulchritudinous poem about the aesthetic apocalypse. Enjoy, all you “beautiful monsters” out there!