Drink from the freshest blossoms
ye ancient warriors returned
to beat rhythmic war drum wings
and hover by youth’s honeyed lips,
whispering arcane wisdom
‘tween tetrachromatic kisses.
Float free of time, talismans
of potent, fertile weaponry.
Trill in fierce competition,
footless, flapping invasion,
tongues, nectar traps blossoming
‘fore the delicate penetration.
Carry our hopes and wishes
skyward with swift heartbeats.
Flap in the higher frequencies
stain glass gems, hovering,
soaked in aurous sunlight,
intimately out of reach.
Savor our most secret thoughts,
in meditative torpors stilled,
nested snug in spiders’ silk,
self-control, but rapid tastes
with erect swords of famed folklore,
fantasy, and prickled fates.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
I wrote this poem a while back for an Ekphrasis Contest involving the artwork of Argentinian Alejandro Pasquale. I find hummingbirds to be astonishing creatures. Many of their most interesting traits and folklore are rolled into this verse, so I hope I’ve captured at least a bit of the awe that I have for the animal and also the artist. If you have suggestions on how to improve the voice or phrasing of this poem, I would be most appreciative of any and all feedback.
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