Iridescence

Iridescence

I was drawn to stand by the window

That day,

The day you were making jam,

Sugar-crystalled strawberries simmering;

'Going-over' fruit bought by the box

For a few pounds.

As I leant my tear-stained cheek on the window frame,

That day,

Distress caught my ear;

An intense tapping on glass,

A frantic flapping on fabric,

A dire need seeking escape. 

And in that moment

That day,

The sky-blue curtain in my hand

A flash of iridescence

Crossed my line of sight

And flew free.

I turned, exclaiming my joy,

That day,

"A dragonfly, a beautiful dragonfly!"

You, a diabetic, continued to fill the jars

With the warm jam,

Translucent in your selflessness.

A Wensley

3.08.2026