The lady shuffles,
spindly feet across the wooden fence.
A blood red bug
flecked with dark black circles.
It’s as though a child
has painted her flimsy wings.
White marks
on her head like lights on a dark road.
Sunlight skulks up
to where she now stands.
I blink
and she chooses to whizz away.
A minute crimson blur
against the forget-me-not sky.
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 4:15 PM UTC
The lady shuffles,
spindly feet across the wooden fence.
A blood red bug
flecked with dark black circles.
It’s as though a child
has painted her flimsy wings.
White marks
on her head like lights on a dark road.
Sunlight skulks up
to where she now stands.
I blink
and she chooses to whizz away.
A minute crimson blur
against the forget-me-not sky.
Written: December 2012.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time for university - as such, it is a work in progress and may change slightly over the upcoming weeks/months. Also available on my WordPress blog.
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