2026 Winter Poetry Contest: Third Place
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Lepidoptera
Emma Rose Thrasher
We lay upon the grass and saw a butterfly swoop by,
With emerald golden wings that sang a love song to the sky.
The numinous drew close, our hearts swelled up with holy awe —
We caught the bright offender and we trapped it in a jar.
We called it Lepidoptera, and soon the mystery
Was gone, dissected, understood, and so our souls were free.
But then one winter evening when the wind began to change,
The butterfly stretched forth its wings and broke its studied cage.
It flew up past the windows, past the microscopes and knives,
(And suddenly we wondered what it meant to be alive,)
Alighted on the rooftop, then the walls began to shake,
Our halls crashed down. We stood there, in the ruins, but awake.
Emma Rose Thrasher was named after Emma Woodhouse (Jane Austen) and Rosie Cotton (J.R.R. Tolkien), so she was destined since birth to become a book nerd. Now, she seeks to glorify God by writing thoughtful stories that are true, good, and beautiful. She enjoys learning about many different things, most of which are legal. Connect with her through her email list: https://emma-rose-thrasher.
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