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Dragonfly<\/strong><\/p>\n For five lively years it exists as a nymph, To hatch to an old-fashioned aeroplane I watch one ace pilot in easy command His species more ancient than mine: <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Clive Donovan<\/strong> devotes himself full-time to poetry and lives in the creative atmosphere of Totnes in Devon. He has had many poems published in poetry magazines including Agenda, Envoi, Salzburg Review, Ink Sweat and Tears <\/em>and Pennine Platform.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Dragonfly For five lively years it exists as a nymph, Reigning in the murderous rot of a pond, A terror to tadpoles and minnows it consumes, Fattening, quickening, gathering fuel, To hatch to an old-fashioned aeroplane With four gauzy wings That can hover or spring To attack in a six-fold directional swoop. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17610","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17610","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17610"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17610\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17611,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17610\/revisions\/17611"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17610"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17610"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17610"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nReigning in the murderous rot of a pond,
\nA terror to tadpoles and minnows it consumes,
\nFattening, quickening, gathering fuel,<\/p>\n
\nWith four gauzy wings
\nThat can hover or spring
\nTo attack in a six-fold directional swoop.<\/p>\n
\nCruising the latticed sun and shadow of his patch.
\nWe both breathe the damp air of river and bank;
\nA rich interface filled with dainties.<\/p>\n
\nSo skilled and dangerous his evolved control
\nIn the brief iridescent passing
\nFlash of a million year old summer.<\/p>\n