Earlier, the heat on the road
Made strange water that was gone
When we zoomed closer.
The air was like porridge
But the pool cured our lethargy.
Now the summer sun
Has at last given way
And crept below the treeline.
Fireflies caught in a bottle.
Two long years waiting
For this moment of bliss.
September is coming.
I let them go free.
I wrote about a similar memory. Fireflies are so magical and I had this one summer in NC where I got be in their presence. Thanks for the poem – it warmed me.
Thanks!!!
such a confident dance of fantastic prosaic lines!
Thanks so much. I think this might be one of my favorites of mine from the half marathon. I think it’s got potential.
Love the line, “the air was like porridge” and the theme of your poem… Great last lines, “September is coming.
I let them go free.
Thank you!!
This is a beautiful poem opening so nicely with a mirage. Your word artistry is extremely good, love it! I am so glad I came across your poetry.
~ Skay
https://thepoetrymarathon.com/blog/author/skay/
Thank you so much! You are so kind.
‘The air was like porridge’ – What a wonderful way to create imagery. Loved the poem. 🙂
Thanks!! When we were given the prompt and asked to use several words, I thought the rigidity would not result in a good piece and yet it brought me to write what I think is my best poem in the marathon.