Romantic Poetry
to Tom.
 | Dragonfly by Magda Palmer Cordingley Rest by the pond, but don’t look on its placid face that hides a Darwinian water world’s cradle of life; Nor to the banks where fern softened rocks add grace to a crust under which Earth acts as planetary wife; Gaze at the billabong, but not at the china-blue sky where powder-puff clouds resemble a teddy bear; Nor to trees that sway in the breeze where nests hang high hoping to house ancient beings not yet born so unaware; Wait to rest by the pond at the beginning of “The Dry” then muse above its serenity to a hovering mantle of iridescent royal blue and imperial red Dragonflies, showing Rubies and Sapphires colours they should equal; Look to this lovely host of Charismatics and be sure one entered my heart, which beats to its trembling wings and has done so since the time you stood at my door then entered my life. For which the stars and I eternally sing. |  |
