My blue/green dragonfly friend.
Pink Sphinx Moth drinking from my Moonflower.
Moth and Dragonfly
By Marion
Night, she awoke me
whispering in my ear
wake up, wake up, dragonfly.
Danger is near.
I’m glad we
weren’t born sparrows
because sparrows can be caged;
I’m glad we weren’t born mortals
because mortals bleed and age.
I flew up from my slumber,
the silence unlike other nights
and found his wings there beating
against love’s too bright light.
I’m glad we
weren’t born sparrows
because sparrows can be caged;
I’m glad we aren’t mere mortals
because mortals bleed and age.
I soared to him and told him
light would burn his delicate wings
if he didn’t move back from it,
he would soon die from its sting.
And I’m glad we
weren’t born sparrows
because sparrows can be caged;
I’m glad we’re moth and dragonfly
and don’t know love’s light fades.
By Marion
Night, she awoke me
whispering in my ear
wake up, wake up, dragonfly.
Danger is near.
I’m glad we
weren’t born sparrows
because sparrows can be caged;
I’m glad we weren’t born mortals
because mortals bleed and age.
I flew up from my slumber,
the silence unlike other nights
and found his wings there beating
against love’s too bright light.
I’m glad we
weren’t born sparrows
because sparrows can be caged;
I’m glad we aren’t mere mortals
because mortals bleed and age.
I soared to him and told him
light would burn his delicate wings
if he didn’t move back from it,
he would soon die from its sting.
And I’m glad we
weren’t born sparrows
because sparrows can be caged;
I’m glad we’re moth and dragonfly
and don’t know love’s light fades.
1/2010
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5 comments:
Too beautiful, Marion. *cries a lot*
marion, i am going mad. i know i just read something by rilke on being animal that your poems suggests to me, that state of wholeness. i can not find it. one day i will bring it back as a mirror to this piece. it is wonderful to read you, marion, especially about your beloved dragonflies and even the moth.
xo
erin
Both the photos and the poem are simply stunning!
xox
Ben, you crack me up, I swear. If I could have one more child, I'd name him Ben Ditty. :-) xo
Erin, don't you hate when that happens? With me, it comes from having too many books-in-progress piled by every chair/couch. I have to ask St. Anthony to help me locate stuff often and he always does...even though I'm not Catholic. ("St. Anthony, St. Anthony look around. I've lost my _______ and it must be found.") It always works without fail like magic or something and I remember to thank him. By the way, it doesn't work on sanity, because I've tried. LOL! xo
Thank you, SJ. I appreciate you. xoxo
How wonderful! Both your photos AND your poem!!
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