between naps in the sun,
a little beetle visited me.
his tizer coloured head
orchestrated his black antennae,
like disco dancing limbs.
he sat on my hand, a tiny blessing,
with the light illuminating the veins in the
stained glass of his green-red wings.
4 comments:
How wonderfully descriptive of the colour is the word Tizer. It tells us so much about you, the writer, all in that one word. I can see it vividly.
Your stone is a gift of imagery.
"he sat on my hand, a tiny blessing,
with the light illuminating the veins in the
stained glass of his green-red wings. "
That is absolutely beautiful writing!! :-)
Thank you all for your kind comments :)
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