The Lacewing’s
Litany
·
insect
order
Neuroptera, or
net-winged insects, includes the lacewings,
mantidflies,
antlions,
and their relatives (the group that was once known as the Planipennia) . . . . . . . Planipennia:
applied to Neuroptera in which the wings are large and laid flat on the
body when at rest . . . . .
From
behind your eyes, looking out
did
you catch yourself laughing,
and
then feel surprised?
I
don’t know, and cannot guess
your
mood or longing
but
yes,
I’m
curious
nonetheless
In
a laden cherry orchard
I
stroll again with eyes cast downwards
searching
searching for one ruby . . . . .
foolish,
I know, and maybe crazy.
I
pause my ruby hunting
distracted
by the Lacewing’s flutter
where
she goes flying I go flapping
down
the orchard’s rows and rows and rows
My
own deliberations vanish
As
she dances forming patterns
Light
left flowing on beneath
the
cherry-heavy trees.
so
I stumble in direction
slowly
loosing point and passion.
The
Lacewing hovers, flutters, wavers
Seems
to shine with iridescence
While
bright red cherries fall like rain
upon
the grass.
I
didn’t grew into a hero after all,
or
a scholar or a thief.
At
long days end I found myself
Turning
into my Dad
Doris smiles
not
just temporary but fleeting
fluttering
gone like the lacewing
empty
hospital corridors and long deserted apartments
life
traces
dust
in the sunlight
I
am concerned about her smile and where it
goes
where
does it go?
And
all the treasures of love manifesting . . . . .
On
Dale Street, in the spring of 1927, my Mum is shocked to see her Mum
lift her handbag, to hide her face. This is the first time my Gran
is out walking with her new fiancé. My Mum hates him for taking
the place of her dear dead Dad.
Now
she sees her Mum, whom she loves more than any other person, hide from
her.
This
complexity is added to her smile, joining the thousands and thousands of
nuances that live there.
If
I can make my Mum smile, I think I have achieved something, to see the
nuances come out to play one more time, not just temporary but fleeting
fluttering
going,
going, gone like the lacewing
·
Refract
verb
: (of water, air, or glass) make a ray of light change direction when it
enters at an angle. —origin : Latin refringere = ‘break
up’.
I
dreamed that woman
on
the hill
gave
me a sacred stone
and
everything
became
clear.
Then I knew
I
was dreaming.
Light
on the water
Light
in the water
Bending,
undulating
Can
you hear that?
The
sounds of refraction.
There’s
a silent meaning, isn’t there?
Latent
in the patterns
Bending,
undulating
Requiring
us to stay very very very
Still
Then
Then
You
hear it
The
Silence
Yes,
the
Silence
And
it is alive.
You
can hear it when your wings are at rest