A Mysterious Party Ann WJ White The country cottage, surrounded by evening light, is host to the many fireflies, nightbirds and shadowed creatures. The building wears a mask of civility under the languid heat of summer night. Strange voices project from the treeline. Stars hold the brightness near lamps down low, seeking the dancing of the moon and her friends. They share a strange bottle of time. For years, those who wore the mask of mysterious circumstances came under the stars to show their longing. Insects sang with their viols, while they zoomed flirting, telling fables of treasures enchanted world long ago.
2 thoughts on “Poem Marathon 9th Submission”
Loved the lines: ‘the mask
of mysterious circumstances’ and ‘Insects sang with their viols’.
Thank you. My backyard sounds like this I’m the summer.