Firstly, they cascade clear, cool, water
down carved stone stairways while
splashing spouts soar through falling
fountains, mist becomes mesmerising.
Then, they shine bright lights through
endless drops of water rising, falling,
colours chasing each other, dazzling
the eye, spectrum becomes surreal.
Finally, they add music, pouring perfect
notes through water, through light,
liquid notes creating a crescendo
of
colourful
cataracts.
The Dance of the Dragonflies
over the lakes at Johnstown Castle
was sheer joy skimming air and water.
The green leaves by the waters edge
a textured backdrop to highlight
the dancers’ dazzling display,
colours as blue as the electric flash
of a kingfisher’s fiery flight
downstream, almost at the edge of sight.
While dancing dragonflies defy gravity
in reels and revels of their own
I am lost entirely in the moment of wonder,
lost in the dance of the dragonfly,
hearing again the heartbeat of the world,
flies, flowers, light, shade, all combined
in one glorious rush of summer,
leaving my heart dancing to
the beat of a dragonfly’s wings.
