by Carl Strang
Today’s recording is one of a series of poems I had written about animals over the years, and set them to music for the 2002 gift CD (two of the accompaniment tracks are me playing soprano and tenor recorders). The founding image was that of dragonflies as World War I biplanes, their territorial chases calling back the aerial dogfights. Perhaps the best local example of this is the 12-spotted skimmer.
Dragonfly, copyright ©2002 Carl A. Strang
The dragonfly patrols his shore on wings that snap and rattle.
He’s like a biplane from the war seeking dogfight battle.
If a female comes along, he will seek to court her.
He must show her he is strong, keeping clear his border.
Then together they lay eggs, leave them in the water,
And their young on spindly legs smaller bugs will slaughter
‘Till at last their time to rise calls them where it’s dry.
Wings appear in their new guise and lift them to the sky.