I love how synchronicities work. This week’s poem began as a creative writing warm up exercise with my fellow Word Alchemists last Saturday. In an exercise called “Word Salad” I haul out my mammoth Oxford English Dictionary and randomly pick six words I literarily close my eyes, open a page, twirl my finger in the air and then light down onto the page. Once we have six words, I challenge us to use all of them in a quick piece of timed writing. It is fun. It can be ridiculous. It can also be quite illuminating as you make formerly unseen connections.
One of those random words was Odonata, which refers to that order of flying insect life that includes the example of dragon and damsel flies. I am very fond of both who zip in and out of our lives. One dragonfly once buzz bombed me down our lane while walking the dogs. Another hummed around the polyutunnel one day as I was tending the tomato plants. In my more fey moments I think of them as the way fairies morph for transport in a way that won’t startle the humans, kind of like a Fairy Aeroflot.
So I had reworked the Saturday effort for this week’s poem when in walks my husband to present me with an aromatherapy necklace with a dragonfly on it!
Tony was completely unaware of what was emerging from my notebook’s scribblings and crossings out. He chose it principally because I like purple and it amuses him to think he is living with a dangerous (b)older woman who wears a lot of purple. Please do check out the Jenny Joseph poem that he is alluding to….https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/warning/
BTW, I also like its complimentary colour of yellow and have added a rather fetching mustard boyfriend cardigan to my 2021 wardrobe. Sometimes you just to have to stop living and go online shopping instead, to paraphrase the BB King song.
In any context, I always feel that dragonflies and damselflies bring some magic into life. What one of us could not do with a sprinkling of magic into our days these days? For (b)older people like myself who will have to wait a while for our Covid vaccination, we have a fairly long stretch in Lockdown Land for the foreseeable future.
The Dragons and Damsels Dance and Fly The cranes are dancing in Japan... Where would they deign to create a folkdance to celebrate the order Odonata? Where would we see them zip and pond dip in costumes of emerald and peacock blue? See the damsels curtsey to brother dragon. They do not jeté or or swank about in Swan Lake chorus line. They still dance and fly. When summer feels a one ten thousandths polar distance away... Oh, when will we meet again at crossroads to sing and dance on St. John's Eve? When shall we see familiar faces flickering on that midsummer Bonfire Night? For now, we remain horror-struck in a wind chill factor wintertime. The cranes are dancing in Japan in the snow, where they bow and bow their necks, issuing the invite to their fellows to do-si-do. Copyright © Bee Smith, 2021. All rights reserved.