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/.