Dragonfly Wings

Dragonfly Wings

A Poem by David W Moore III

Heat waves obscure my sight,

Fluttering dragonfly wings stir the æther

While dance the visions of madness,

Woven inextricably with Truth.


The veil shimmers seductively,

Undulating liquid mirrors briefly turn their reflections transparent.

Windows in time open and shut in the hurricane winds.

Flashes of scenes imitate motion,

A Kubrick film played with no sound.


But who is the real witch?

To the left, indigo aura breaks on the rocky shore,

Sea foam rain scattering tiny crabs.

To the right, verdant rays streak skyward

Redefining quantum states and singularities both.


Now left is ochre and right, aubergine,

No longer witches, but spiders

Weaving and cutting their age-worn tapestry.


Nictitating membranes flick in overtime

And I shake my head,

loosening lower echelon visions to flit to the floor.

As the veil reflects my face,

Triplets morphing on iridescent glass,

Together, they merge

And fade to black.

© 2015 David W Moore III

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David W Moore III
David W Moore III

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