Dragonfly's Poetry & Prolixity: Dragonfly Lady by Marion For Mag 270

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Dragonfly Lady by Marion For Mag 270

For Magpie Tales #270

DRAGONFLY LADY

By Marion

I'll be your dragonfly lady

and you be my fairy tale King.

We'll rule the daisies & dance

while the raindrops glisten & sing.

When the moon comes 'round

and the moonflowers bloom

glowing silver and scented of night---

Step into my magic circle of mushrooms

We'll touch the stars & take flight.

5/18/15

11 comments:

Truedessa said...: This is a lovely poem, it felt light and upbeat..; May 18, 2015 at 8:01 PM
Unknown said...: Fun! Charming imagery.; May 18, 2015 at 8:17 PM
Unknown said...: This is sweet. Nice write!; May 19, 2015 at 7:09 AM
Berowne said...: Sprightly, lively and very well done.; May 19, 2015 at 8:52 AM
Kelly said...: I love this, Marion!; May 19, 2015 at 9:38 AM
Marion said...: Thank you all so much for the nice, encouraging comments. I've been sick for a few months & haven't written much, but this weeks' Magpie Tales Art just made my mouth water with those awesome dragonfly wings. LOL! It's an itty-bitty poem, but it is a poem. Hope to get my mojo back soon. Love & Blessings, ~Marion

PS: My Mama is having good days & bad, but her hip is healing. Thanks for the good thoughts & prayers. Keep them coming as she has a kidney & a lung infection. Thank y'all a lot! xo; May 19, 2015 at 3:11 PM
hyperCRYPTICal said...: Lovely words Marion.
Anna :o]; May 19, 2015 at 4:48 PM
Theresa Milstein said...: This line was my favorite:
glowing silver and scented of night; May 20, 2015 at 9:29 AM
Vandana Sharma said...: So, amazing and beautiful; May 22, 2015 at 6:27 AM
Bekkie Sanchez said...: Made me smile!; May 23, 2015 at 3:38 PM
Tess Kincaid said...: Delicious...; May 24, 2015 at 8:10 AM

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