Ancient Ones
Blue and green their globes of eyes,
The hunting of the dragonflies,
Hulls of crystal swivel, catch
The swarms arising from a hatch
Summon now the ancient ones,
The falcons of the Permian,
Great with rowing their wing spread,
They loop and stitch the sun with thread
But now in falls of yellow light
The little hunters turn in flight
To gaze with facets at the sun –
Summon now the ancient ones
Pavel
October 15, 2011
