Steampunk DragonfliesYou'll find my family flying,Steampunk Dragonflies3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sun mosaic-ing off stained-glass wings
and burnished copper,
deep in the forest where mushroom cities sprawl
and skittish deer wait out the changing seasons.
The ancient aunts groom my Unca Bob's antennae
as they talk stories of our legacy.
"We was made inna cottage
at the far tips of the highest mountain
to a woodsman's calloused hands,"
they always begin
and the tight curly-cue of my wings
settle into silence.
"Him was a giant
in the middle of cold metal sidewalks
and strange flickering daylight;
tha on'y man left
and born with a secret to share."
It's always around now
Aunt Abner lets out a choked snore
and the other two forget that we're listening, quiet.
The woodsman was a healer-type,
they used to tell it,
though they've never agreed
if he was always fixing those too lost to find themselves
or finding himself too lost to fix.
The silence never lasts long;
the forest will shrug a tree into falling,
a swallow will swoop in