Poem: “Ancient Ones”


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

October 15, 2011


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