First Insect

[summer_jackel]

Wrote this the other day. Gearing up for NaPo, maybe?



She was
the first insect I saw this spring.

And after the morning’s rainstorm, a clear fresh sky fell lightly through the bathroom window,
as she must have done.
A yellow jacket. Her colors bright, her movements slow,
her wings still wet.

I did not want to be stung
But I did not want to kill her, this beautiful new thing,
and perhaps the storm had doomed her anyway.
Spring is full of deaths and promises
It was not time for me to kill.
I caught her easily in a cup and a washcloth
and let her go.

Comments

[kynekh-amagire.livejournal.com]

Yes. The world needs more poetry about bugs.

..which aren't butterflies, I hasten to add.

[stoda.livejournal.com]

Spring is full of deaths and promises

Indeed this is so, and beautifully put.

Thanks for sparing one of the lovely little lethal ones. I always put 'em carefully outside.

It's not quite the rush of watching a bird fly from your hand, but... it's still a good thing to watch one catch the wind.