common IDIA

Soundless
flitting by my ear
a flash of brushed tin
by the lamplight

Cautious
I cup my hands together
mid flight around it
in a living cage

Hopeless
this fae creature bumbles
its blows more gentle than
the bat of an eye

Joyous
flees my touch in a heartbeat
of tiny grey-gold wings
dust painting my palms

© christine DINGLEY 2013