by Linda Fuller
In sunlight speckled air the dragonfly
flits, zooms, and hovers near his precious hoard
reflected thousand-fold in avid eye
which leaves no slightest quiver unexplored
so when the captive damselfly awakes
and shudders prettily and preens her wings
the dragonfly’s whole being churns and quakes
and what would pass for ‘heart’ within him sings
But, bordering the sunlit silver cloud
of buzz, a darkness looms, a threat ascends:
a tiny knight who as a lad avowed
to bring all dragonflies to sorry ends
astride his mini Pegasus he speeds…
but loses prey and damsel in the weeds!
Author's Note: For the Dragonfly Challenge in the Sonnet Forum
Posted on 08/25/2011
Copyright © 2019 Linda Fuller
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Ken Harnisch on 08/26/11 at 02:35 PM|
this poem flits like a dragonfly indeed...a beautiful rendering in sonnet form!
|Posted by Mo Couts on 08/26/11 at 03:00 PM|
So very cool!
|Posted by Jo Halliday on 08/26/11 at 08:19 PM|
Brimming with life, what delightful language used here!
|Posted by Jim Benz on 08/28/11 at 01:23 PM|
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/01/11 at 12:10 AM|
Oh, this is just brilliant. I had noticed the dragonflies in our area recently and wanted to write a poem that I never got to. Now I feel better. Your use of the sonnet form is to be praised. It is NOT an easy form, but you have taken a somewhat difficult subject for that form and made it work. Thanks. I love this, Linda.
|Posted by Paganini Jones on 09/01/11 at 03:12 AM|
*Chuckling* Whoever said that sonnets couldn't be humorous was wrong! I love the twist at the end of this. I'm so glad our latest challenge has inspired people to get writing.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/10/11 at 12:29 PM|
I really love how this can also be taken metaphorically to represent a, or maybe even "the" human experience. Fine work Linda. One of my favorite insects put to poetry.
|Posted by Tony Whitaker on 09/16/11 at 12:39 PM|
Absolutely beautifully written and read! Into my faves this one goes!!!
|Posted by Laura Doom on 11/20/11 at 01:20 PM|
Intriguing -- I've just been watching a news report relating to 'grooming' and, given the typical disparity in size of these insecticidal classifications, I've allowed myself to read this as an allegory that transcends sonnetary confinement.
Impressive on either level, and metrically sound without sounding artificially metrical -- iamb in awe :>)
|Posted by Angela Stevens on 02/06/12 at 05:00 PM|
'no slightest quiver unexplored' I love that description.