Collecting
In lockdown, he had more time
to view his collection.
To remember the lonely
teenage hours spent searching
for an elusive flash of colour.
Or in the dim light of his study,
carefully attaching them, pinning
his hopes and dreams
on Red Admirals,
Swallowtails, Cabbage Whites,
Commas, Brimstones
and Holly Blues.
He dwelt on all
that was wasted,
a life as sterile
as the delicate dead things
so carefully labelled,
so scrupulously catalogued.
Tim Fellows April 2020
Image by flohrflohr from Pixabay
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