Iris

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

of orange.

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,

bated breath,Irises

open mouthed,

turning with the spotlight sun,

too amazed

to notice what the bumbles take.

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About poetryparc2

Here goes: I write a bit of poetry, sometimes about poetry and any sort of books I take a fancy to. I seem to have a preference for seeing the changes from the Victorian period through to the 1930's, maybe 50's. But, and a big but, could carry that right up to current poetry/performance poetry. Though sometimes my seeming preference for 'imagist' and Nature' might unnerve me for too much too modern. However, I do like to range widely over poetry, and fiction, any and all periods. I also like finding (if only for me) regional or partly forgotten poems and poets. Maybe all this is too eclectic to have a themed 'Blog' but so be it....... I also attempt fiction that might add up to a small mole-hill one day. Plus reviewing new or old books that are relevant to my enthusiasms of Crime fiction, the Arts, Natural History and Special Education. This is on 'wordparc'. I try to record honestly what I think but if something is too bad (to my mind, others may love it!!) then I will not 'blog'. There, what's that if not seemingly random!
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