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
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11 comments:

  1. TruedessaMay 18, 2015 at 8:01 PM

    This is a lovely poem, it felt light and upbeat..

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  2. UnknownMay 18, 2015 at 8:17 PM

    Fun! Charming imagery.

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  3. UnknownMay 19, 2015 at 7:09 AM

    This is sweet. Nice write!

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  4. BerowneMay 19, 2015 at 8:52 AM

    Sprightly, lively and very well done.

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  5. KellyMay 19, 2015 at 9:38 AM

    I love this, Marion!

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  6. MarionMay 19, 2015 at 3:11 PM

    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

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  7. hyperCRYPTICalMay 19, 2015 at 4:48 PM

    Lovely words Marion.
    Anna :o]

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  8. Theresa MilsteinMay 20, 2015 at 9:29 AM

    This line was my favorite:
    glowing silver and scented of night

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  9. Vandana SharmaMay 22, 2015 at 6:27 AM

    So, amazing and beautiful

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  10. Bekkie SanchezMay 23, 2015 at 3:38 PM

    Made me smile!

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  11. Tess KincaidMay 24, 2015 at 8:10 AM

    Delicious...

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