HOVERING TREASUREA Poem by SHEEMA HUQpoem A miniscule, wilful,
exhibitionist,
valiantly entered the garden premises,
surrounded by a worn teak, hexagonal trellis,
drawn instantly to the flame red tulips,
ignoring the jack in the pulpits,
primroses, anemones and hyacinths,
how rare is this flamboyant sight,
agile, precocious, light, feathered bright,
expending vast energy with spirited flight,
fluttering forwards, reversing backwards,
then from side to side, compulsively moving
consumption ensuing, using its astute eyes,
defying, redefining, the very pace of time,
propelling it’s wings with high speed robotic
gear, dissuading thoughts of
yesteryear,
flying jewel, hovering
treasure,
equably lapping up, red flower nectar,
the warm blooded Hummingbird’s
primal endeavour, with its long, protruding
beak of propensity, and pious
reign of certainty.
© 2013 SHEEMA HUQAuthor's Note
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14 Reviews Added on April 8, 2013 Last Updated on April 9, 2013 Tags: Hummingbirds, birds, gardens, spring flowers, poems, poetry, spring AuthorSHEEMA HUQLONDON , ENGLAND, United KingdomAboutI am SHEEMA A LONDON BASED POET THANKS FOR READING! more..Writing
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