Making
fireflies
with a devil in disguise
and
with wings like mine
I’ll be lucky to fly
half as high
once the evening tires
Making
fireflies
with demons in denial
and
with wings like mine
I’ll be fortunate
to
quiver calm
beneath their pyre
Above—above
and beyond
close
to the sun
too close for one
determined
to shine
from the wealth it sends
gleaming, glowing
longing
to be-friend, a firefly,
alive
in every beam
it’s light shall find
the location of enslaved fire
some nice nods to mythology in this fred...a little icarus...maybe some promethius...i am rather fond of fireflies...it means summer evening to me...barefoot running in the grass as we play tag...a bit of my own flying...smiles.
ReplyDeleteThis is really gorgeous, Fred!
ReplyDeleteMy friend told me once about a woods near where she lives that during May (I think) is alive at night with these fireflies. I only ever saw two one night outside my own home. Saw a light blinking in the grass and as we had an oil furnace in the basement and, not knowing too much about furnaces, I didn't know if there was an alarm going off to do with it until my teen told me it was fireflies I was seeing.
ReplyDeleteLoved this Fred!
The measure of myth was a pleasure to read here at your feed. As the fireflies danced about, not sure I've ever seen them much at my moat.
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