You spent years underground,
a larva, your skin brittle
and papery, vulnerable
you built your cocoon in darkness
as black as your carapace.
I found you that day,
a jet flash in the May sun
basking in the heat
of urban concrete.
I admired your gloss
and spectacular size,
a stag among beetles
ready to lock antler-like jaws
in a bristling wrestle for a mate.
It was late for a child of eight;
but I still got a glimpse
of chestnut wings as they spread
and you flew into the London sunset.
Kim M. Russell, 26th May 2018
My poem for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Weekend Mini Challenge: Insects and Bugs Also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry
This weekend I’m hosting the Weekend Mini Challenge and we’re writing about insects and bugs, which I find fascinating and exquisitely beautiful. My poem is based on a childhood discovery in our ground floor balcony on a South London estate.