The Dragonfly's Refrain
She had traveled many miles with many more to go.
Wearily, she paused to rest.
A dragonfly with prism wings landed on her wrist.
She smiled at her old friend.
“Yes, it’s time.” She told him.
She opened her pouch to lighten her load.
It contained treasures and trinkets, collected over time.
So small they were, but together they had become difficult to carry.
One by one she held each item to the sunlight.
Here was the lack of closure she’d tucked away,
and there laid a jury of mistakes and a tangle of mixed messages.
She found letters unsent and differences unresolved.
Added to these were the promises broken,
several strings of lies and
one deaf ear.
with an effortless lightness of being rose into the sky
where his eyes glittered like sapphires as he said...
“That was then, this is now.”
She had held on mightily,
with her form bent and limbs aching
as if to abandon her cache would be stripping flesh from bone.
The worthless bundle, now seen in the light of day,
was stitched with dark tendrils of smoke and had started to smolder.
In one brilliant flash it all turned to ash,
only to be scattered by the flickering flurry of beating wings.
As she packed for the next leg of her journey,
her companion began to sing.
“Oh gather ye Love of every kind,
weightless, strong and stable.
With thankful heart suffused with grace,
thou art freed and wholly able.”
In a twinkling the dragonfly was gone.
She continued on, leaving no bootprints.
DOROTHY BURY SHAW © 2015
9" x 12"
Archival inks, watercolor and colored pencil on rag paper
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Also available in limited edition giclee prints.