Gnats Rise

Gnats rise
To their dusk dance:
Life in transient, delicate form
Upon the stillness of mist
Dewing in the blue
Of copse and dell’s hollow.
An echo of the spring warmth
That touched the ground
And energised
The display upon the dim edges
Of the nearing night,
Bringing lives
To delicacies and finesse
With hardly a wingbeat
To keep them buoyant
And borne on sunlight’s shadow.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2016

Beautiful Snail

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Expressed in whorls
And soft tissue encased

And the fluid foot
In muscular reach,
Elegant as any
So long limbed
And herbivorous.

And what a beautiful
Tactile face
To sense
Moisture’s
Slick vehicle
And slide in silver grace:

The known world tasted
Through a moving salivation.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015.