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Dance of the Damselfly

Dance of the Damselfly

A Poem by Michael G. Smith
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Watching the Damselfly of nature

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Across the moor
To Wicken Fen
Where brume swallows all
Into mire, of the life...

At river‘s end

 

There begins
The serenades of dawn, unto sipid dew
And they gather into warmth
Upon and onto rising shines

Of morning plumes

 

She mist
Of the brittle heath
You may slip away
But, what does awaken,

Nymphs of lore, poised to face this day

 

And in trust
Beauty charms the wind
Upon what was last

Of once,

A virgin mural wing

 

Over forenoon lust, a blush
Swoon those marsh lily eyes
And perch upon fragrance of Lady’s slipper
Thus, the romance

Of the Fenland Damselfly

 

Round twiddle round and through
As Adler to the willow
A maiden’s flight in sapphire circles
Alluring danseur fly to the ready then

Hasten, beset to follow

 

Bestride, thus straddle oft
Atop the grain shallow reed
Softer cross the moss of peat to settle
To end nature's pretense

Sows and impregnates its seed

 

Here aloft the glisten, venery ends
Vixen drinks in insect life
Of instinct passions by danseur prey
A finale at river’s fen, resets the stage

Once again to the "Dance of the Damselfly"


© 2013 Michael G. Smith



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Added on March 7, 2013
Last Updated on September 23, 2013
Tags: insect, nature, dance, dragonfly, water, love, god