Dragonflies here
A poem by Anuradha Vijayakrishnan

Dragonflies here

Dragonflies have this habit of disappearing

vanishing into light then popping out of air
in fluttering sparkles of myth –- legends

of horned devilry riding afternoon ripples

Red ones graze your skin like blood from old cuts

Black ones hover like ash from far away funerals

Blue ones are comets that make you think
of causality – what came first –
flash of fire or fear of burning alive –

crinkles on smooth water or long spear
of tail and glass wings skimming over—
supernova lighting up the sky or our gasp at that tiny explosion –
unbearable burden of our petite mid-day shadow
or glorious joy of our palm sized birth
one such afternoon –

Dragonflies here have this habit of swooping over heads
turning into wind we cannot hold
or gather into our palms.

About the Author:

Anuradha Vijayakrishnan is an Indian writer and business professional living in UAE. Her work has appeared in journals, anthologies and been translated into Italian, Chinese and Arabic. She is the author of The Who-am-I Bird, a collection of poetry and a novel, Seeing the girl.

She can be found at https://www.facebook.com/anuradha.vijayakrishnan/  and https://www.instagram.com/anuradhavijayakrishnan/?hl=en

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