Drifting Firefly

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #499

Words:  drift, hearth, arm, prowl, pressure, spring,
        design, night, flicker, ponder, fly, virus


On a chilly Spring night
while light flickers
in the hearth, I drift,
flit as a firefly, designed
to delight children
and adults.  My arm lies
languidly; my wings are enough 
to prowl through the evening
air, no pressure, out of reach
of a virus that falls like
an invisible poison powder,
killing.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to Drifting Firefly

  1. Cara Hartley says:

    Both beautiful and chilling.
    ~cie from poetry of the netherworld~

    Like

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