Iris 15.May2016 jJS
A glimpse of a world set in clear Amber for a millisecond,
hidden as a reflection that sits perilously on the opalescent lip.
Twin, triple, quadruple fine spines of delicate pink lines
with minute dots of orange.
So the delicate, tiger-striped burr alights and cools its proboscis.
A black head, black eyed, black tongued beast foraging
and nonchalantly robbing the nectar sweet with never a thought to assist
but flit to another pink edged well and dip.
Each head nodding and tempting amid the stems and stalks of reed-head grass
with yawning arms of petals that shimmer.
Purple rims of welcoming maws surrounding innocent white and a blatant gash
That host rippling as the waterside ripples and the insects
hum about their business. Dragonflies hover and dart
as fast as their life will last from the shallows to the wide open glass of the lake
to disappear as mysteriously as morning mist.
The iris-faces, like a crowd watching over the theatre of the lake,
turning with the spotlight sun,
to notice what the bumbles take.