A Duet

Photograph by József Szentpéteri, National Geographic

A stranger clasps her;
they quiver in flight.
A twinning, a ritual
of dutiful fever.

Her jellied orbs plop
into marshy waters:
a careless womb
of sludge and slime,
where creamy pearls
fade into inky depths
to settle, to slumber,
orphaned by fate.

The spawn lay soft
in their cradle of mire.
Her helix twists double,
not one life, but two:
a nymph and a dragonfly.
Her life’s work. Complete.


Note.
 
This is the first of a series of poems about the life-cycle of the dragonfly: this is conception.  I wrote them for the final assignment of my creative writing course.  Any and all comments welcome.

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