Dragonflies

Silver slashed the night-sky wide,

Terror rose bloomed the larvae rise,

For all a maiden of wings held high.

 

Crack the shield in mirror water,

The Nymphs awake the morning dew,

To fritter their jaws, hidden the mask of doom.

 

Ages, the battle has won,

When ruby-spot Damsel flees the run,

The mighty beast to its kingdom is come.

 

Eyes the moon round sensitise see,

Mercilessly, the Hawker Brown ponders,

As in silence she Common-Blue in garden wonders.

 

In spring breeze fire the Dragon shall strike,

This the green darner’s mosquito bit,

With victory a darting Emperor takes to flight.

 

Author's Note

Basically one evening after photographing dragonflies and damsels I suddenly cottoned on to the play of words and started thinking of an insect based Camelot.

Reviews

[BrightEyes]

I must admit there is that majestic air about a dragonfly. They are both daunting and beautiful in appearance. They do indeed seem to flit more than fly about as well, making all their movements appear as a more of a dance. You have chosen the words here wonderfully to capture that Camelot feel throughout. The imagery certainly causes the mind to conjure the images of dragons, maidens and damsels. Nicely done.