Shelly from Shelly by bunny boy

Little butterfly
landed on the book that she used to read
and brought her sweet dreams

Her bright sunny smile
Lights up my mind and it stays for a while
Til I start to cry

Sometimes I hear the sound of the brook
echo her laugh and I think she's back
"Shelly stay"

Her soft, tiny hands
once made of flesh now of spectral cobwebs
brush through my hair

Sometimes at night I lay awake
Hearing her voice. "Dad can we play?"
Shelly says

I know she's crossed over now
The butterflies bring her soul

Sometimes I wake and go to the place
where she'd swing and she'd run beneath the sun
Shelly plays. Shelly plays.

• Folk
• dirt
• not folk
• nowhere folk
• realist folk
• surreal folk
• Methuen