Anopheles’ Water Dance
by Janet Kenny
mosquitoes,
little fleeting flies
on the meniscus,
deftly glancing,
shifting, chancing,
sense denies
such pleasure
in your weightless dancing
pretty vector
of dengue fever,
dainty guest, and frail infector
with malaria, o so clever
singing elsewhere,
no detector
traps before you share your needle,
vampire nymph, the deadly female
finds the baby in the cradle
faster than a lover’s email,
if your life was simply darting
in the evening on the water
not connected with imparting
misery, despair and slaughter,
I would clap to see your artless
water weaving, were I heartless.
Some of Janet Kenny’s poetry can be found at her website http://janetkenny.netpublish.net/.