Down by the green and weed-choked lake,
among pungent soil and undergrowth,
rotting wood, irises and lilies,
is the breathtaking kingdom of dragonflies
with their large, iridescent eyes
and delicate, dazzling, vivid wings,
It must be the sunniest part of the day:
they need the sun for energy
to zip and dart in jerky flight,
guards patrolling their territory,
the lake or pond, the flowering meadow –
be careful not to cast a shadow!
Kim M. Russell, 10th July 2018
Pat has shared ‘A Sort Of A Song’ by William Carlos Williams and offers us the chance to showcase ONE unprompted poem of our choice. I spent some time on Sunday trying to take photographs of dragon and damselflies. In the brilliant sunshine, there were hundreds of them but they were so active I managed to get only one clear shot – and you can hardly see the dragonfly!