The tip of the brush tickles the canvas
As it traces the outline of the illustrious
Wings. Followed by spindly antennae that almost
protrude from the white plane.
Bulbous eyes appear, starting with
one spherical ommatidia after another.
Then, an appendage in the like of  
a purple passion vine twine stems from the head
of the envisioned creature.

The brush swooshes in the water
preparing for the most important
part of the masterpiece. Hues of blue begin
to form on a palette, one like the bright morning  
sky—that will breathe life into the painting—  
and another—the color of dusk—to add
the edge of reality.

Geometric shapes take form
in the wings for depth and texture,
like the odd shapes of rain drops on  
a window after it rains. And then the
final touches, speckles of white on the outer  
edges of the flying devices, faint
yet as noticeable as the petals of a dandelion
floating through the air.