Sentinels

Earth’s damselflies are milk. They are narrow custodians of Earth, long in the tooth with mandibles. Earth’s pond shores are rotting. The damselflies flit through courtships, rash colour flashing and waters bend with light. Common Blues exhale. Blueprints of love by the undergrowth, heart shapes at dusk, bonfires dance. Emerald flies fidget. Eggs laid in bark for the Willows, female angels, water is shunned. Rural bodies ramble. The ones that tint above water, the plum-like blooms, the purple crops. Earth’s actors tremble. Playing to their aqueous eyes, they sink beneath, lips whisper truth.