For Eulonia
If I were a ladybug
I would marry you
in your constant opening to air;
my 12 footprints
tracking pollen across our moss bed,
these antenna 2 quills
shaped to scribe your sweet
with nectar ink.
I would across kingdoms
shout a vow too large
for one small voice;
A promise of passion
that can only be collective
and rooted, the way seeds
and hemolymph sing it.
I will lay eggs
under your leaves
and our children
will speak of our blooming
the way myths are made.
***NaPoWriMo day 4 asks us to write a love poem without the word in it. As this was my fixation a few years ago, I reworked one of my favorite drafts. Love, ladybug style. You really should check out the poem that inspired this on Eulonia’s blog, if it is still out there.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Extraordinary poetry – tears in my eyes. I am in awe and wish I could write like this (I used to). Thank you for this and so sorry I don’t keep up very well with posts. x
Aw, Julie–thank you! I haven’t been writing that much lately, so we can finally catch up with each other 😉
The way myths are made and poetry is scribed…
lovely simply lovely – and perfect for the stirrings of spring
Thanks, my Scrabble God 😉
One of my favorite pieces, inspired by a lovely poet on this site, who wrote a poem about loving a ladybug.
I’m so glad I’m catching back up with you, and your ladybugs, Susan:)
Oh goodness, Angie, thank you! Nice to “see” you again!
This poem is wondrous. It bounced around inside me and produced a terrific smile. Thanks.
Ah! Spring. The open-throat-whole-body coitus of flowers and native pollinators. Perhaps it was love that drove a gnat up my nose the other day. 🙂
Oh my God, Alice it was total love and you should write about it.
I shall. 😉
Reblogged this on The Unfolding and commented:
Amazing.
Oh, wow–thank you.
Each time the sun shone inside my mother’s 145 year old house…the ladybugs would emerge like they were one a mission!!! Make hay while the sun shines? Don’t know, but at least now I know they know love like we can only hope to know love. Beautiful SFAM and I’ll never look at LB the same way. 🙂
Thanks, babe. I need to link the original poem by Eulonia that inspired this. It was so full of joy.
Lovely beautiful words Susan.
“these antenna 2 quills
shaped to scribe your sweet
with nectar ink.” – undoubtedly the loveliest!
Anna :o]
Oh, thank you Anna! Happy Easter.