Update: We had so many great entries that we chose four winners!
Happy March! This is maybe my favorite month transition of the year, because spring is coming. And spring brings lovely things like butterflies!
How about a tiny poetry contest for this little guy? Leave a comment on this post with a tiny poem about this tiny butterfly, and we’ll pick our favorite on Monday. The author of our favorite tiny butterfly poem will win…
A set of tiny mochis pinback buttons from the Mochimochi Shop!
Psst: Extra points will be given for unusual rhymes with the word “butterfly!”
Have you published a pattern for the tiny butterfly? I’d love to knit some while I wait for spring!
Sorry, I don’t have a pattern for it – I just wanted to share! I can tell you that the wings are the same as those on the tiny fairy, whose pattern can be found here: http://mochimochiland.com/shop/tiny-fantasy-patterns/
I am a little butterfly
I’m a real smiley guy
I really like to multi-ply
When I was a caterpillar, I thought I was super fly
I knitted a cocoon, grew wings, and said bye-bye!
infinitely small
egg larva pupa — pink wings
tiny butterfly
Mochi butterfly
Your wings are so very small
Did faeries knit you?
Petite Lepidoptera, Butterfly.
Fluttering ‘round in my mind’s eye.
More magical than the fourth of July.
Diaphanous wings leave me tongue-tied.
Upon warm breezes glistered wings glide,
and awaken memories of summer time.
Teeny Tiny Butterfly
How I love to watch you fly
But today you do not flutter by
Because your wings weren’t made of 2 ply
I opted for a haiku instead of rhyming:
Tiny Butterfly,
Good thing you are made of yarn,
It’s too cold to fly.
She loves the smallest flowers
To sit and sip nectar for hours
On breezy days to flutter by.
She’ll brighten your day
So stop and say “Hey!”
To Teeny-Tiny Butterfly!
There once was a butterfly
Whose name was Mutterguy
One day he was flying,
While muttering about the yarn he was plying
He wasn’t watching where he was going
And it began snowing… Pink snow!
And his wings got stained.
He went home, muttering all the way.
I came up with this haiku on my way to the mailbox today:
Tiny Butterfly,
Sweeter than a honey bee,
Flutters gently by.
Dear Teeny-tiny Butterfly,
I’m sorry I called you a flutterby.
I just wanted to say hi.
Now I know to never insult
a teeny-tiny Flutterby.
oops, I did it again…
Migration
The wings of these, the butterflies,
wink their scarlet mist and I utter sighs.
Wisps of membrane, each fold
a fan, somehow hold
the fat forms in air.
I see them there
bobbing along flower
to flower, passing each hour
as though they could live beyond life. Pine
for what they cannot have: the distant buds, time.
Each petal falls and then, they swift of wing do fly
over far-off hills to birth their babes, to die.
there once was a tiny butterfly
who landed on my eye
he almost blinded me
and for a day I couldn’t see
but despite that the butterfly was a nice guy
my oh my,
little butterfly.
once you were in a cocoon,
now you can fly up to the moon.
I’m the Tiny Butterfly,
I really like to flutter by!
Since I’m so small and hard to see,
Look in the spring very carefully!
When it comes to flowers, bees, and bugs,
I’ll always greet spring with a lot of hugs!
Cats, just please get away from me,
I’m nature’s beauty, so I just must flee!
Thanks to all who interviewed me!
-Tiny Butterfly
This right here is Tiny Butterfly
She’ll eat any kind of food that comes by!
Whether it’s a slice of rhubarb pie
or a bowl of noodles from Shanghai
even soup which was really fluorescent pink dye!
Hmmmm… that’s probably most likely why…
She has such bright pink wings to fly!
Knitted butterfly
A snowy day reminder
Spring comes, Semper Fi
Fly away little butterfly,
you are only just so small,
Just don’t drink up that Mai Tai,
or you won’t take off at all!
Floating clumsily on the wind,
a miniature butterfly.
Listen to the music,
of her wingbeats gentle lullaby.
Resting on the hunnysuckle,
to stop for a drink.
And warm her tired wings,
before the sun should sink.
She never stays long,
in case a bird should see.
The vibrant pattern of her wings,
for she would have to flee.
The sun is now a golden coin,
floating in the sky.
And my tiny insect,
has left with no goodbye.
Night has now fallen,
and I begin to mourn.
The sudden dissapearence,
of my petit papillon.
There once was a little pink butterfly,
Who liked making scrapbooks on Shutterfly.
But one day she tripped…
All her captions were flipped!
That poor little pink “flutterby”.
I opted for a tiny haiku:
Tiny Butterfly,
Hope to see you flutter soon!
Until then, I knit…
Deep in the dark,
I’ll wait and wait
Coated in cocoon
Left to fate
When spring comes,
My beaty will emerge
Bathing and basking
In sun, my powers surge
When spring comes,
I’m a butterfly
I will sing full of hush
The quietest lullaby
I dropped
my tiny
knitted butterfly
In the gutter.
Sigh.
When he didn’t fly out,
I said with a pout:
“It looks like I should
have known I really would drop him.”
Butterfly, please flutter by
Once a catepillar, creeping guy,
Now with wings spread gliding high,
Fit in my pocket, you sweet little friend,
Spreading smiles til the end
The movement of your sweet tiny wings, is reminiscent of dappled sunlight.
Your more fragile than a new born infant, but without hesitation you continue your flight,
Floating and fluttering through the world, viewing all the beauty there is in sight.
You’re a beautiful creature, exquisite patterns on your wing.
I wish I were a butterfly, so I could fly around and see everything.
Spring has sprung today!
Little Pinky Butterfly
Spreads his tiny wings.
When I’m looking out the window at snow on the ground, I tend to think in Haiku. :)
Oh Miss Butterfly,
I waved to you when you went by,
But all you did was flutter-fly.
Tiny Butterfly knows the path to beauty isn’t easy,
when people used to look over and begin to feel queasy.
For she emerged an awkward larva from out of an egg,
a common curse for one with too many legs.
Teased unmercifully by her peers,
she started on an eating binge that lasted for years.
Until the day she decided she couldn’t take anymore,
so she built her pupa and shut the door.
Beauty sleep she declared was the only cure,
although a little voice in her head wasn’t really sure.
With a groan she thought “only time will tell,
but I hope to emerge as pretty as a bell.”
Then the day came at last where she could sleep no more,
so she let out her very last unladylike snore.
Tearing and tugging she was finally free,
and after a few fumbling motions flew up into the trees.
Everyone stopped to stare as she flew by,
“that is the most beautiful butterfly” they said with a sigh.
Eager to see what it was they all saw,
she looked a mirror and discovered no flaw.
But when she flew off to show the bullies of her youth,
she discovered a most horrifying truth.
Though it was true she was beautiful at last,
the others too were as pretty as in the past.
For is there anything in the world as pleasing to the eye,
as a gently floating butterfly?
Oh little butterfly how sweet to see you fly,
And do not cry if you fall from the sky,
For miss Anna will open her shutter,
And help you flutter by,
Little butterfly.
Betty the Butterfly’s Mantra:
“I fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee,
I look forward to Spring bringing a bloomed Pansy!”
if you are plagued with enui,
i suggest you knit this butterfly.
it will be quick!
it will be fun!
and perfect to give
away to some one. =)
Caterpillar crawls,
Knits his small, cozy cocoon,
Reborn beautiful
I knew a tiny butterfly
Who tried to multiply
Radii with pi and phi
I don’t know why.
once upon a time
there was a tiny butterfly
with bright pink wings
which opened in spring
and tiny butterfly
fluttered by!
Pink little wings flapping in the sky
Bumps into a big bird named, Guy
The rush hour traffic below is so loud
So little Butterfly introduces herself aloud
“Hiiiii, i’mmmmm Butttttterflllllyyyyyy!”
“Butter with fries? I don’t want butter with fries!”
Tiny butterfly says:
Tiny fairy lent me her wings
But I am afraid to try these things
So instead of looking for faraway lands
I stay in the safety of Anna’s hands