Poetry Hold Too Tight

Written late July of 2018

In the Fallowfield the fireflies dance.
Feather-headed fern grasses tickle knee-socked shins and freckle-faced skins.
Wet dew grass grazes, damp dawn light gazes
as fairy lights flicker fingers of praises.

Wonder-eyed we, hand in hand
awander, wistful children watching.

Jars swing wide, catch them close, lantern-like, lazy lights, lonely flicker foundering.
Close the lid, right to the top- tiny angels burn bright but brief and die in wounded worship.
But lay down long, backs nestled near enough, legs twined tender, tentative touches sighed, eyes on sunless sky-sights far

let the firefly go and it becomes a star.

 

[dave.crowther]

@Galadriel I was reminded of this one when I read your cestina, Cronos, because of the feel and sound of the words.

 

[Julie]

@dave.crowther Oh like that one. It's delicious in the mouth to read aloud - loving the alliteration. In fact, I'm loving this space. Poems can be 'easily' written and finished - a welcome break from novel writing methinks. I know there's the Flash thread, and I keep meaning to give it another go, but this World between the Words is wonderful - I'm loving the reader of Litopians' contemporary poetry as well as posting my own. At least others are reading our work!

 

[dave.crowther]

@dave.crowther Oh like that one. It's delicious in the mouth to read aloud - loving the alliteration. In fact, I'm loving this space. Poems can be 'easily' written and finished - a welcome break from novel writing methinks. I know there's the Flash thread, and I keep meaning to give it another go, but this World between the Words is wonderful - I'm loving the reader of Litopians' contemporary poetry as well as posting my own. At least others are reading our work!

whoeheartedly agree.