Monday, July 8, 2013

Firefly

Firefly, firefly
caught in a Mason jar.
Firefly, firefly
the night only goes as far

as the glass
you can't get past
no matter how you flicker.
The glass
you can't get past
though you flicker on and on.

I can candle you some company.
I can firelight you a friend.
I can coax a star to share its shine
or invite the moonlight in.

But all you ask
is broken glass
with every flicker.
So I fade back
into the black
and watch until your flicker's gone.

For Open Link Monday at Real Toads

14 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

Ha! I've just been watching that old sci-fi series called Firefly!
This is quite magical - a song to sing to the fireflies. I love the chorus-like effect of the 3rd stanza. (A little spell within a spell.)

Margaret said...

oh... I have NEVER like fireflies in jars - always sneak and release them even if there are holes punched in the lids. Poor little flickering light....

Sylvia K said...

Great one for the day as always! You are so clever with your "word pics"! Terrific!

Brian Miller said...

interesting...all it asks is freedom, the one thing you can't or won't give it...

Jim said...

Hi M.Z. ~~ I'm thinking this could be a new bride in some of the third worlds.
What a life (not).
..

grapeling said...

A mite melancholic, MZ, watching the light flicker out...

Fireblossom said...

I get a lot of fireflies in my yard every summer. This year, I just started seeing them this week, but there are lots.

hedgewitch said...

'but all you ask is broken glass...' a bad thing to want, but nothing's free. Lots of adroit alliteration in this helps make the darkness flicker.

Mary said...

Oh, this is sad, MZ. I feel bad for a firefly in a mason jar. It should be freeeeeeee.

Sharp Little Pencil said...

Well, I don't mind saying that this little cynic's heart broke for the little firefly (lightning bug, where I grew up). They only have so long to share their beauty, and trapped like the proverbial bird in a gilded cage, oh, so sad... Great poem, Mama. Amy

Susan said...

I just noticed the fireflies are around again, and then remembered the "innocent game" of capturing them in jars back in the earliest memories I have. Gosh. How to make the night go farther for the captured ones we sang to as if they were twinkle twinkle little stars? I felt the nursery rhyme in your poem. I felt the repeated beat of glass glass glass. Mastery of the macabre this poem, a good metaphor for the people we see trapped and pass right by--maybe our very own sisters.

Lorraine said...

no no no no no you must open the jar they will suffocate and the lights will gone: darkness

heavy this morning! still what a writer you are, you broke my heart

Buddah Moskowitz said...

I like how you can empathize with them but still not let them free, spooky - Mosk

Susie Clevenger said...

A touch of darkness in this..watching a firefly battle to be free of the jar, offering it everything but freedom. It has a Twilight Zone feel to me for some reason. :)