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