Flapping at the merchants I pocketed my bottles. Their ants' antennae bobbing in the breeze, they nodded respect: you drive a hard bargain, you mirror-winged moths.
Shrugging at the merchants, I patted the gurgling bulge: when you have only a day, you try to do everything right! Then I flapped away to sip my juice among the lilys.
Welcome to WOL's Poetry Place. This is a form of poetry+pictures that I'm experimenting with. Please feel free to comment about the poetry, the pictures and how you think they work together.
Stunning photo and beautiful poetry.
ReplyDeleteFlapping at the merchants
ReplyDeleteI pocketed my bottles.
Their ants' antennae bobbing in the breeze,
they nodded respect:
you drive a hard bargain,
you mirror-winged moths.
Shrugging at the merchants,
I patted the gurgling bulge:
when you have only a day,
you try to do everything right!
Then I flapped away
to sip my juice among the lilys.