The ladybird emerged from her pupa She’d awaited this day for so long The day she would finally take her place In the family to which she belonged Four stages of transformation Had paved the way for this day Egg into larva larva to pupa Now her spots were on their way She came from an eight-spot family Her mum and her grandma and all those before Had shiny black spots four for each wing She expected no less and no more With growing anticipation She emerged from her shiny shell Searching for spots where she saw they were not She started to wonder if all was well Her mum told her not to worry What will be will be in its own good time Spots or not you are truly a wonder Never question the divine in your design Time went by and the ladybird’s shell Turned from orange to deepest red But not a spot was got whether she liked it or not Dread faded away to acceptance instead But it hurt that the other ladybirds Always gave her the widest of berths With no spots to denote her family It was like they could not see her worth But the ladybird held her mother’s words Cherished them close to her heart as she grew She was made by design of the lady divine To trust in the path was all she could do As the ladybird learned to accept herself So the others accepted her too For it turns out she had a way with words That helped them to see their way through This gift, passed down from her mother mattered more than the patterns displayed outside She could see to the heart of others Past the spots where so many would hide The ladybird spread a little peace in her corner Helped others find the insight inside Now each lady walks the path of her own inner truth Allowing her wisdom, not spots, to guide
Cycloneda sanguinea (spotless ladybird beetle) is a species of beetle in the ladybird family.
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Welcome back to Sunday rhyme time, it seems like months since we’ve been here but it’s only been four weeks, time has a nature all of its own.
The ladybird was very insistent she be featured in Sunday rhyme time. I first encountered her in a garden, busying herself on the leaves, then she came to visit me a couple of times in my home. When I still hadn’t written about her, she found her way into my hair in a shop full of fantastical wonders in the city of York. I admire her persistence and I’ve enjoyed her journey in this poem, I hope you did too.
I just wanted to add that I’m not completely out of touch with reality. I realise all of these ladybirds were different, and that it’s not improbable that I should encounter so many ladybirds in a short space of time during the Spring (even in a busy city centre). I’m aware that I was the one taking notice of the ladybirds, that if I hadn’t been noticing them perhaps I wouldn’t have seen so many, and that I’m the one who imbued them with the meaning that a ladybird should be the subject of my next poem.
Yet if I had looked past the ladybirds, if I had not given meaning to our encounters, if I had ignored the flash of inspiration that told me I should write about them, then I would not have written this poem.
We create the meaning, but from that meaning we create. I think that’s pretty powerful.
I really love this, Rae! It’s a beautiful message: Never question the divine in your design.
Ladybird has been a messenger of hope and healing for me as well. (Once, in the dead of winter, I was doing a yoga ladybird pose that I made up, and I opened my eyes to see a ladybird on my yoga mat! And when I was in bed with Covid, a ladybird entertained me by crawling all over the inside of my windows and settled somewhere in my Geraniums.)
I also love, “We create the meaning and from the meaning we create.” Brilliant.
Also I had just read Mary Oliver’s “”Wild Geese” when your poem floated in. I love synchronicity!
Thank you for your lovely gift and offering.
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Thanks so much for your kind comments Melanie, I love that ladybirds are special to you too, amazing that one joined you in a namesake pose on your mat!
I’d never read Wild Geese but looked it up and now I’ve read it at least five times, it’s beautiful ❤️
I wrote a poem about geese once and they feature in my crew of animal friends, to me they speak of a need for solitude.
I don’t know where the line about meaning came from, but as soon as I wrote it I knew it was true, funny how that happens sometimes!
Hope all is well with you and thanks again for your lovely words.
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“We create the meaning,but from the meaning we create”. You’re so right Rae, it is powerful.
And, why can I let a ladybird land on me and be fascinated by it, but will quickly brush off a spider or black beetle !! Are we just drawn to things that are “pretty” in life ? Same with butterflies and moths. Anyway, I really enjoyed your poem xx
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Thanks lovely 😊
I know it’s funny how we can let some insects be but are creeped out by other creep crawlies! I think we’re socialised into it through culture, books, parents etc.
My son likes woodlouse, I like them too & have never shown any fear of them, he picks them up and takes them outside at my Mum’s, but as you know she can’t stand them! I’m sure there are people out there who love spiders too 😂
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This is awesome Rae!
I can’t help but think of Ben And Holly’s Little Kingdom… lol
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I love Ben & Holly! It makes me laugh so much, I felt a little pain g of loss when my kids got too old to watch it 😂
Thanks John ☺️
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