http://slow.writerscafe.org/Gbutterfly The original writings of author Gypsy Butterfly en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021683 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Snake She twists and shinesDirty like the beast.Her mouth neverendingMoving to a music no one hears.Emptiness are her gaudy jewelsHer sorrow blackened lashesTell the story of no name. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gbutterfly/570607/ A poem about Loss http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gbutterfly/570606/ Zimbabwe,you have brought me as many tearsAs you have brought me laughter.You have knitted me like wool into the woman I am.You have taught me how to wonder. Zimbabwe,you have made me step to so many different beatsYou have taught me the pain of my own faults.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gbutterfly/570604/ African Princess“Come here my child.Come and sit with me under the stars.Let us make our wishes and send them far.Let us see the kingdom of our days.Let us speak of things forgotten.Let us share and walk across the divide.Let us whisper of the old stories... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gbutterfly/570602/ all help/feedback/reviews welcome! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gbutterfly/399780/ I grabbed the wood of my staff. It was warm in the hot baking sun. Without it I would have been lost; my steady friend. I moved it in my fingers. It was rough and the heat it had absorbed in the hours of my journey pulsed through the teak wood fibres, through into my skin and bon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gbutterfly/399502/ The Legend of Mercion and the Soldier http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gbutterfly/376005/ MoreAs I stand here, Now,In this moment washed up on the shores of life;I stand true.And all I am and all I have written is changed...By you.Old days are forgotten like the whispering wind;Currents from far off shores.Every thought of you; like jewels .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gbutterfly/361837/  TycoonGrave buster, rob CusterYou’re the soul to my nightmaresFright to my hole wares I write poets into rhymingYou’re the Robin Hood to my timingSilver lining?There’s a pennyIn my coat pocket’s torn. Silk duster, jaw busterYou’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gbutterfly/340265/  Edgar, it was great to see you last week.I didn’t mean to step on your toes,And it just goes to show that the world loves a tryer.You are very trying. Edgar; I knew I should have left you.But when I saw the inside of your soul,In the moment you saw me when you &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gbutterfly/333530/  I sent you a wish last night.Just for you.While you were sleeping, And I was awake,I sent it marked and wrapped.I tapped it with kisses.When it was gone I missed it. Did you get my wish?You never replied.Although you didn’t need to,I’d have liked it if .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gbutterfly/333529/ Daydreams in Mermaid Grass began in a dream. What happens when we sleep, before we fall into those deepest, unknown places? Why do we have no recollection of what has taken place but awake with a heightened sense of something undefinable? This uniquely tr http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gbutterfly/333528/ Poem about how love changes us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gbutterfly/306932/ I look at you as if I would a stone; the prettiest kind.In my mind; you are that stone. Solid.Black.Light-hidden and drifted from waters on shore as I sithalf-wet,half-cold,half-staring. The stone is hard in hand; round and smooth; scented of forgotten things.Milky grit; i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gbutterfly/245480/ Tight jeans and bottled dreams;dreams like fake tan.Earrings in brown illusion;an end without plan.Mirrored into submission...Fake eyelashes tinted, glinted and flintedby nuclearotic fission.Casual fridays into weekdays and weekends.Forgivings takes places,turning to apologetic ame.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gbutterfly/232962/ SivaShiverSpeckled dragonBorn electricCome what mayDrink fire in chinateacupsExhumed and eelyLemon f*****g squeezyCanabis delights sum uphis equationTo honour borneHis inflationSivaQuiverJelly are my kneesAnd I sayOh mySpeckled Dragon pleasePubescent are my drea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gbutterfly/232960/ When I look at you;I think of home.Memories of twiste surfand splashing cliffs.Black rocks mottled with greysplashes of organic paint.Soot soul driven by winds and hurricane.Driving home in darkness.Hot lemonade summers;red with raspberries and cream.What a lovely dreamit is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gbutterfly/232953/  Pig on a Spit – by Natalie Williamswww.natalie-williams.com "Your favourite food must be pig on a spit." I've struggled with comments like this all my life, and always wondered why. I grew up in Zimbabwe, born in a quiet slip road to a mother, and a father called J.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gbutterfly/203758/