by Ethel Mortenson Davis
I have dropped
most moments
onto the darkened sand,
except for a few
that I have held in my hand—
like a small child
holds your hand—
too tightly.
There I go, in secret,
into the darkened cloak
of the Great Purple Hairstreak,
getting lost among
the bright blue and yellow jewels
at the outer edge
of her wings.
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Really good imagery! Love “darkened sand”, and the “outer edge of her wings”.
Purple, blue and yellow, good colors…
Great poem. …Into the darkened cloak…. Fantastic line.
Wow! I love the poems posted here. This one is just perfect!
I especially love those first 3 lines – and those jewels “at the outer edge of her wings” – beautiful image to finish with!
Love the imagery, “dropped most moments onto the darkened sand.” Very well written.
Beautiful imagery 🙂