The Dragonfly and The Blackbird
Dragonfly so fragile, lands.
Dainty as evening bells, or
night bees in the lavender.
Electric sheen that vibrates,
and then, an eye locks sight.
It’s such a small red dot. Eyes,
wings, black, and riotous air.
Tender kiss, snatch and catch.
And gone. The air’s much emptier
for its loss. Sorrowfully empty
as a floating mote.
For Miz Quickly’s 13 August “empty” prompt. Image is from The Luttrell Psalter, England, 1325-1340. MS 42130, f. 36v. British Library National Archive. Shared with @Miz_Quickly and @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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11 responses to “Miz Quickly’s 13 August “Empty””
We seem to have a lot of dragonflies this summer. 🙂
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Standing water? I’ll send you some of our blackbirds.
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Yes, I think so. Plenty of blackbirds too. Lovely singers. 🙂
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And robins. I’m always amazed at how enormous their voices are.
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👍 Huge voices. Mrs H trains them! 😂
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😂😂
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Stunning!! I love the descriptions. And the gentle whirr like hunting scene. So efficient. Nature’s inevitability. Captured (ha ha, pardon the pun) beautifully.
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Thank you. We sure have enough dragonflies around here. Lots of rain this summer.
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“The air’s much emptier
for its loss. Sorrowfully empty” love that
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Thanks, Debi.
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Awe… dragonflies and damsel flies ’round the creek by me.
A blackbird has to eat too, but yes a sigh at the loss.
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