I'll start by sharing a few quotes, and then a poem inspired by the quotes:
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“We're going to call a firefly with
your magic wand,” I went on. “You'll like fireflies, because they
don't use sounds to find other fireflies. Only their lights. The way
they flash on and off is code to talk to each other. So you don't
have to talk, either. You can use light language.”
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“Here
are my fireflies, “ I said. “Well, they're not mine. They belong
to summertime, but I know you liked them before. Maybe they're your
friends, Piper.”
And now the poem:
To
a Child of Summertime
Show
me your light language,
speak
to me with glow and flash.
Run
with me through a thicket
until
we are both breathless,
our
speech prickly with brambles
and
sweat.
Swim
with me in these gin-tinted waters,
our
legs pulsing promises:
save me.
I'm yours.
Does
the breeze still tease
your
damp hair to whippoorwills?
I
would catch you, hold you,
but
not in a jar, no –
I
carry you on my chest,
an
ambush of freckles.
- Irene Latham
That's beautiful, Irene. Just as you are. I got your package, and it made me smile, despite a swollen eye, a biopsy, a few rejections and even more silence. Thanks for that. If you give me permission, I'll put up your poem for this PF. XOXO
ReplyDeleteHi Irene, You haven't responded, and I have to decide whether or not to put up your poem. I will go ahead and put it up, and hope you don't mind. If you don't want it up, let me know by email. Thanks!
DeleteLove that "ambush of freckles." I'm requesting Tiny Infinities now. I miss fireflies. It's why I need a trip home every summer.
ReplyDeleteLovely. Your language is exquisite! I have fireflies this week, too, but I like yours better!
ReplyDeleteLoved this book, and love your poem. Thanks for sharing it!
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