A Georgia Nocturne

Observing from within the darkened living room,
Your grandmother is treated to a pantomime
Of youthful bliss: mason jar, dusk, eager child.

It’s early evening, and the tree frogs raise their voices
In divine song, thrumming a rhythm that you
Dance to as you chase the emerald glow of the fireflies.

And now it’s just the land and the gathering gloom
And the song and the lights and you,
A celestial concerto you feel in your bones.

The quality of the performance is such that
All illusion of separation falls away -
You and the world are one.

One bold lightning bug alights on your wrist
And you jiggle your arm, testing its temerity.
It stays. You can feel it still.

 

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Again this week I decided to try folding a number of prompts into one poem. It’s a great challenge! So, this was written for Poets United (prompt: nighttime); Poetic Bloomings (prompt: animal, vegetable or mineral – I chose firefly); The Sunday Whirl (prompt wordle words used: emerald, celestial, bones, rhythm, divine, illusion, pantomime, observe) and Three Word Wednesday (prompt words: early, jiggle, quality).

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