An empty head
is a good head
Am meant to have cooked
tasty morsel
Singing when we wake
We wake everyone when we sing
An empty head
is a good head
Dwindling down to crooked zero
We sing everyone when we make
Making everyone when we sing
An empty head
Is a good head
kindling in my belly
am kissed with cement
Making when we’re singing
singing, not waking
Am empty-headed
am good-headed
am crook
I didn’t realize this dragonfly was alive until he gently started breathing at the poem’s end. We only bought him in after finding it the gutter assuming the upside down, legs in the air, position. I have put him in a sunny spot. Hopefully he’ll revive.
Couldn’t get close enough to focus with my digital camera, so used my i-phone to try capture his winged beauty.
This poem follows the dragonfly form.
Hairy Dragonfly (Brachytron pratense), also known as the Hairy Hawker or Spring Hawker.
© Catherine Crosswell