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A Country Lane

    
    leafy, tree lined lanes
    rich,  wild flower verges -
    damselfly sparkles


Copyright © LINDA JACKSON | Year Posted 2013

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Dance of the Damselfly

Across the moor
To Wicken Fen
Where brume swallows all
Into mire, of the life,
                                      At river‘s end

But, begins 
The serenades of dawn, unto sipid dew
And they gather into warmth 
Upon and onto rising shines,
                                     Of morning plume

She mist 
Of the brittle heath 
You may slip away
But, what does awaken, nymphs of lore
                                     Poised to face this day

And in trust 
Beauty charms the wind 
Upon what was last 
                                     Of once a virgin wing

Over forenoon lust, a blush 
Swoon those marsh lily eyes
And perch upon fragrance of Lady’s slipper
Thus, the dance romantic
                                     Of the Fenland Damselfly

Round twiddle round and through
As Adler to the willow
A maiden’s flight in sapphire circles
Alluring danseur fly a ready
                                      Hasten, beset to follow

Bestride, thus straddle oft 
Atop the grain shallow reed
Softer cross the moss of peat to settle
To end nature's pretense
                                       Sow and plant its seed

Here aloft the glisten, venery ends
Vixen drinks in insect life
Of instinct passions by danseur prey
A finale at river’s fen, resets the stage
                                          Once again to the "Dance of the Damselfly"


Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2011




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If I should find a Butterfly

If I should find a Butterfly, 
Neath the Willow tree, 
I’d recall how she’d been an ugly bug, 
But now a wondrous, sight to see. 
 
If I could talk to a Dragonfly, 
Hovering by the water spring, 
We’d talk of flight so graceful, 
and life, on gossamer wing. 
 
If I look upon the Crane fly, 
Attracted by the light, 
His giant wings are flapping, 
In a transient, short-lived fight.
  
If I might walk with a Firefly, 
In the twilight time of day, 
This tiny insect with belly aglow, 
Will help, to light my way.
  
If I sat down with the Mayfly, 
As she skims the river flow, 
Applaud her airborne gymnastics, 
While life all around, moves slow. 
 
If I should see the Damselfly, 
Resting on a leaf by a pond, 
I’d remark at his long red body,
At one, with nature and their bond


Copyright © Kevin Shaw | Year Posted 2017

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Gossamer Flyer~

Dragonfly Damsel engaging such wonder 
Discovers a world between water and land
Magical enchantment her filmy wings stand
Refracting worlds beheld from another

Lucent pools echo translucent colors
Iridescent gossamer winged flyer
Damselfly dance into the sun higher
Filling us with fervor as she hovers

Soaring predator scorched with her fire
Dragonfly protects and patrols her terrain
Teaching us balance is every thing
Anciently ruling this marshy mire

This gossamer flyer is awesome pay heed
She glistens along while skimming water
Fire burns inside her ever so hotter
Nothing compares to her exceptional speed

Protect what is yours, her message to us
Rational thought sometimes ruminates 
Let go of “Father Time” who dictates
Rambunctiously live your lives with lust



Copyright © Jane Bowen | Year Posted 2008

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Scottish Damselfly

ALONG

loch-studded moorland

bogs and runnels

and o'er the Highland Pass

antennae alert
I'll twist the wind

            to
              feed
                 my
                    Bonny
                         Lass


Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2009

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Iridescent Blue

Iridescent Blue

Damselfly respite.
Basking feast on bobbed wire,
The sun warms; next, flight.

©  Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
December 7, 2009


Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2009

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Wind Eater

Naught but a maze shall carry this
bound in cloud
through the tunnels of twigs
shall freedom range to the applause of leaves

Tangency poised on the ballet of grass
such hurricane stanzas embrace
these burnished strings of delicate harp
or sigh replete in the arms of love

And spire to crest
on foamed peaks
the howling storm on heart beat, beats
tempo to damselfly wings of gossamer threads

Be thee spoken of a breathing spell
and owe all to plumed spires  
and so conjure such a vaunted splendour 
lest it be a riddle spoken in a breeze

Ah but first breath
incantation weaves
let the spirit run to forever
and carry aloft the perfume of free

You sense it not
nor ponder the flight of miracles
in the commonwealth of angles
shall freedom range to the applause of leaves



Copyright © colin mitchell williams | Year Posted 2016

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BOOT OUT BADGERS

Our woods and valleys once spread far.
Now they've become an urban scar,
as building starts upon this moor.

The JCB is scraping away
the layer of soil to leave the clay
and twenty acres gone today.

Hedges they tear and roots they rip.
Hawthorne and gorse into the skip
then take them to the landfill tip.

Burrows and nests are torn apart.
Badgers booted out at the start.
An injured fox flung in the cart.

That babbling brook that fed the pond
is piped away to take beyond
in concrete culvert underground.

The downstream pool now runs dry.
Remaining tadpoles thrash and die.
So no more frogs or damselfly.

Trenches are dug, the ground to part.
Ancient remains they don't report
because the progress that would thwart.

Now folk move in to their new home
with plastic grass and factory stone
and gaily coloured garden gnome.

White PVC we see for miles
and grey styrene roofing tiles.
All cheap synthetic building styles.

Now, tell me this for I don't know.
In this extensive building show.
Where did all the wildlife go? 



Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2017