After the Deluge
The third day: sky lightens;
daylight dries her eyes.
A world of creatures
creeps out from under,
glossy-wet and new:
big-winged butterflies;
quick-stepping bugs;
caterpillars, bursting-bright;
a play-room palette
of blues and yellows,
ocean and emerald greens.
Spotted ladybugs gossip,
and neat silver spiders
set about to spin;
dragonfly shimmers
and shakes out her wings
like clean washing
in the low-slung sun.
* Abigail Wyatt's writings have been published most recently in Word Salad, Long Story Short, One Million Stories and Poetry Cornwall.
