Butterfly People
Previously published on the Brian Moses Blog Spot
Some people are people people; other people are butterfly people.
You can recognise them by how they travel: as an actress delighting audiences, sweeping costumedly across the stage; perfumed as a perfumer at the opening of a new boutique; swirling as a wearer of a ruffled, bright skirt.
You can recognise them by the way they look: face painted with flowers, as if at a summertime seaside fete. Expressive expressions, as a writer animatedly gathering an environment of ideas. Immaculately fashioned, as a perfect mirror reflection of dots and lines.
You can recognise them by the way they talk: liquid, rhythmic, and reassuring as light spring rainfall. Reassuring, as a repeated chorus of a rhyme where you know what is coming. Animated, as a retelling of a story performed before an audience.
You can recognise them by the way they look at you: helpful as a tour guide, understanding as a true listener, promising as a flower bulb of potential.
You can recognise them by what they talk about: kaleidoscopic colours for a playground, where the best seat is for a breather and rest stop, the best place to save a banner of celebrations, declaring that happiness is here.
Yes, some people are butterfly people. But I am not. I am a spider person.
Let me praise their seemingly delicate web, and tell you about their fibre artistry.
You can recognise them by how they travel: as an actress delighting audiences, sweeping costumedly across the stage; perfumed as a perfumer at the opening of a new boutique; swirling as a wearer of a ruffled, bright skirt.
You can recognise them by the way they look: face painted with flowers, as if at a summertime seaside fete. Expressive expressions, as a writer animatedly gathering an environment of ideas. Immaculately fashioned, as a perfect mirror reflection of dots and lines.
You can recognise them by the way they talk: liquid, rhythmic, and reassuring as light spring rainfall. Reassuring, as a repeated chorus of a rhyme where you know what is coming. Animated, as a retelling of a story performed before an audience.
You can recognise them by the way they look at you: helpful as a tour guide, understanding as a true listener, promising as a flower bulb of potential.
You can recognise them by what they talk about: kaleidoscopic colours for a playground, where the best seat is for a breather and rest stop, the best place to save a banner of celebrations, declaring that happiness is here.
Yes, some people are butterfly people. But I am not. I am a spider person.
Let me praise their seemingly delicate web, and tell you about their fibre artistry.
This poem is copyright (©) Kay Medway 2026
About the Writer
Kay Medway
Kay works full-time in libraries and enjoys both reading and writing poetry in all of her free time. She has had poetry featured in a positive news local community zine called The Happy Hood. Kay has also written poetry regarding her family history stories for 60 Miles by Road or Rail in her local community.
