Poem of the Week
By Katherine Mansfield
In the middle of our porridge plates
There was a blue butterfly painted
And each morning we tried who should reach the
Then the Grandmother said: "Do not eat the poor
That made us laugh.
Always she said it and it always started us laughing.
It seemed such a sweet little joke.
I was certain that one fine morning
The butterfly would fly out of our plates,
Laughing the teeniest laugh in the world,
And perch on the Grandmother's lap.
Katherine Mansfield was a modernist writer born in 1889 in New Zealand. She liked to explore the subconscious mind and her poems have a confessional tone written in third person narrative style. Mansfield's compressed style is unique in the sense that it is not eliminated but has a perch in completion.
Butterfly laughter is a colorful poem filled with joy and in the background we see childish innocence layered with humor. A cordial, sweet relationship between grandmother and grandchildren is well depicted here.
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