Lora has been a featured writer in poetry publications. She is currently working on a collection of poems that feature ladybugs.
The following poem is about a ladybug who takes a little girl on a dream filled journey to a magical town of ladybugs. One, who is charmingly eccentric, dazzles you with her exceptionally fashionable clothes while one owns a bakery and can make the most exquisite pastries ...still another has a house with so many stairs that you lose count. With coordination and grace, one can be seen riding a unicycle while another one rides a tricolored tricycle. There's a ladybug who scoots around in a sporty car...why there's even an opera star, yet another who claims he's been to Alpha Centauri and Mars! But no town would be complete without a Mayor who loves to orate in the town square about new plans for Ladybugville which make all the ladybugs ever so happy!
There's A Ladybug In My Bed
There's a ladybug in my bed,
painted on a pillow case beside my head.
I see her black spotted and red
with a little mischievous grin,
and a tiny dimple on her chin.
When I fall fast asleep,
I could swear she comes alive
and holding onto my hand,
together, we fly to a wondrous place far away
where ladybugs live and play.
There's a ladybug who has a house
with so many stairs that I lose count.
Another whose taken such care
in the selection of her fashionable clothes
that I've ever seen anyone wear!
Then there's one who owns a bakery
who makes strawberry tarts
with the most delicate puff pastry;
they can only be described as scrumptuously tasty.
Why, there's even a town square
with a banner hanging over the rostrum;
to a crowd still gathering...
a microphone squeaks,
suddenly, the Mayor begins to speak.
One can see his distinguished figure
with his stove top hat towering above the rest-
in tuxedo he is dressed.
As he speaks about the plans for the new year
there is a slight pause...
before the ladybugs breakout with thunderous applause.
There's a ladybug who drives a sporty car.
One who even chauffeurs, with Rolls Royce, an opera star.
With coordination and grace, another ladybug rides a unicycle
while a very little one can be seen riding a tricolored tricycle.
But the one that captures my imagination by far...
is the one who insists he's been to Mars
and Proxima Centauri, the sun's closest star!
The next morning I wake to find
myself back in my cozy bed
with the little ladybug painted on a pillowcase
beside my head.
Lying perfectly still,
just as the ladybug prints on my quilt,
I say to my little friend, "why...
I think I see a twinkle in your eye."
© 2020 Lora Hollings