Lady Bug

a poem about ladybugs.

Your eyes become glued
to the leaf-green catwalk.
You find yourself entranced
by the woman in ruby-red.
The panels on her back
are definitely the show stopper,
so much like a polka-dot
mini skirt.
But she's not looking like
a girlish sleaze.
She comes off delicate
and classy-
after all,
she is a lady.

The wind sweeps up
and carries this beauty queen
away
never to be seen again.

But you can see her sisters
strutting their stuff
on any stage that they can find.
This season's trend,
dulled orange outerwear.
Sophistication, the designers say,
but these girls,
they look distressed.

No longer seen as runway dolls;
These gorgeous creatures
are now viewed as
insects.
Little pests crawling,
begging for you to
adore them,
Praying for one last
chance in front of a
spotlight.
One last bit of
attention.

Now no one really cares for
these polka-dotted ladies.
They curl up in a corner
and die,
laced up in
the finest of fibers
found in spiderwebs.

Author's Note

Please let me know what you think through good and critical comments. Thank You :)

Reviews

[S. Michael Long]

i really liked this, i found myself smiling and having imagery of a boy ladybug twirling his cane with little black dance shoes and spats lol (:

[Chris]

At one time the true ladybugs were a natures "gift" - now they are merely Japanese beetles that somehow emigrated during the 20 th century and are more destructive to local crops, flowers, and other fauna than most can believe.

[Distant horizons]

excellent. took me back to being a kid and seeing them for the first time. :)

[Marie]

Good...very visual. I love ladybugs, and this made me almost see them.

[Antonio Valentino]

a wonderful ode to a splendid friend of nature and humans.. they make me think of volkswagon beetles.. and that they eat aphids.. so iconic and worthy.. you did them right..

may one land on your finger and bring you good luck!

:)