Tiny lights zoom below
the treeline near the cottage, oh
fireflies flitting to and fro
if I could bottle catch them, wow
release my lethargy, and how
a strange illumination see
on my table captive be
when some porridge I do eat
and I’m sweating from the heat
when electric is storm gone
corners masked in dark alone
my fireflies give me peace within
until I set them free again.
– Sandra Johnson
I love the imagery and the tone here. Very strong.
Thanks so much!
I’d appreciate it if you could let me know your top two of mine. So hard to choose.
You did a great job capturing the feeling of a night full of fireflies. There’s some great language and rhythm here. I especially liked the lines “if I could bottle catch them, wow/release my lethargy, and how/a strange illumination see”. Lovely!