Ladybug

Written for:  Poetics Aside #422 – Write a harmless poem.

A ladybug alights
on my hand.  Tickles.
I allow the black-dotted
red bug to inch
up my arm, certain
she does not feel
as taken with me
as I with her.
To prove my point,
she delicately descends
down to my wrist
and flies away. I miss
that ladybug’s tickle.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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