Moonflower & Moth

Luna Moth, Wikimedia Commons

In a wildflower garden

there lived a cocooned creature

who hatched, grew tall,

and produced feet, 6 in all.

And wings,

oh such wings.

But who can fly

when you've only been taught to crawl?

The butterflies were beautiful,

floating from marigolds to phlox,

but she was no butterfly—

she’d heard them talk.

So she waited,

said creature,

for the last quarter moon,

and then whispered to it, “what must I do?”

The moon answered

with glitter and white

when on the moonflower

it shone its light—

she knew then she was made

just right;

some things are meant

to temper the night.

© 2013 Jennifer Wagner

At dVerse Poetics we are writing poems for kids.  I went with message and the natural world.  Moonflowers pop open at night and are pollinated by moths. 

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She smoked all her cigars

between noon and six,

listening to the bounce

of the sloping rain.

She drank lavender tea from a lowball glass,

let her hair go silver-white, and

never cared what a single soul

thought of it.

Her laugh was always belly deep,

her smile lines, deeper.

She had that knack

for letting everyone

be themselves

and they, by turn,

were able to.

Forget Vogue.

Forget Cosmo

and Elle.

An old wooden porch

frames the perfect face.

© 2013 Jennifer Wagner

I think I want to be her (well, except for the cigars). Linking up to join the fun at dVerse for OpenLinkNight!

Objects May Appear Out of Focus

as if beauty belongs to youth alone

and is not earned in the lines of skin lived and

held tight to truths within

where one size could never fit all

© 2013 Jennifer Wagner

A little short submitted to Poets United:  The Poetry Pantry