Pablo's music

[eclipse]

Nine year old Pablo was fixated by the drumming

rain outside the attic window, he was autistic, a 

condition his mother struggled with, Pablo had

hidden her anti-depressants behind the glass case

of butterflies. The wind outside to seemed come and go 

like a rocking chair, Pablo had taught himself to 

play guitar, he heard music in the wind and the rain

and could see musical notation in the clouds, but

Pablo kept his music a secret.

 

Pablo noticed his mother staring at the clouds, they

contained fire when he saw them reflected in her eyes,

he also observed the twitching of butterfly wings in the

glass case. One summer evening Pablo's mother slipped

inside the attic unnoticed, she was enchanted by her son's

rain enraptured eyes and the music he was playing. The

butterflies had vanished, Pablo had brought them back to

life allowing them to leave through the window.

 

The trees in Pablo's garden kept their leaves through autumn and

winter. Between the borders of dreams and sleep Pablo heard

notes no one else could hear as he dreamed about the confluence

of two rivers of light where the wind's hands bled from collecting

butterflies exhausted from attempting to reach the moon, the blood

reacted to the light, Pablo could see himself emerging from the womb,

butterflies connected like an umbilical cord, he could see the moon 

shaving off it's beard of fire in his mother's eyes, she purged her grief

in it's flames as they fell, her husband died before Pablo was born.

 

Five butterflies returned, they were pressed against the attic window,

his mothers last vision of her husband was of of him clutching a music

box, Pablo began to wonder if this was the source of his music.

 

Pablo's father sang to him in a dream, the butterflies gathered to move and

sway like a rope in search of  a bell. 

[Tinker]

You had me at the title.   This was really interesting.  The imagery weaving butterflies through out was intriguing .  Loved this poem.    

I wonder about this line "The wind outside "to seemed" come and go".    Did you mean "seemed to"?

~~Tink

[JoelJosol]

I thought you captured the spirit of an autistic child, his self-contained world, and their special talent. Just as Judi wrote it was beautiful the poem built its cohesiveness through the butterfly imagery and the music box in the end. 

[dcmarti1]

Lovely:

 could see musical notation in the clouds

[David W. Parsley]

On ‎4‎/‎16‎/‎2018 at 12:54 AM, eclipse said:

Pablo could see himself emerging from the womb,

butterflies connected like an umbilical cord

That is what the butterflies do for the whole poem.  No repetitions; just enchanting refrains forming lyrical chains.

"Moon" and "dream" occur here, but not in any previous 'eclipse' guises.  Their presences here are fresh, appropriate to theme.

Many memorable phrases and lines.  Do clean up the diction booboo noted by tinker, please.

Thank you for this wonderful creation, Barry.

 - Dave