Abide with us; the orb of day doth vanish;
Thou Light of Light, the powers of darkness banish:
At evenfall, good Lord, thy people bless;
Shine in our hearts, thou Sun of righteousness.
Universalis Hymn
The fire flies are speaking
their gold-spark tongue
over the gathering
congregation of night.
They are mingling
with the quiet curling
within the woven
branches of sleep
and hushed
murmurings awakening
from the deep
shadows tangling.
They are searching
out their completion
in the darkening silhouette
of the glittering air.
They are light
calling to light--
they are each alone
in a crowded sphere.
Cynthia, fire flies have been on my mind, too... This post is comforting. the photo and the centered structure help create that sense of comfort. Your use of punctuation slows this poems down to fit the content (eventide). It seems like a slower poem in comparison to your other pieces which seem to crest quickly and fall at a fast pace to their completion. I feel like the w's, m's, and s's in your word choice help keep the poem at a slower pace. Yet the repreated use of the present participle affords the reader a sense of continuous motion, which fits perfectly the dance of fire flies in the evening as many other beings are settling in to restfulness. So lovely!
ReplyDeleteFantastic!!! So, so wonderful!
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ReplyDeleteThey are mingling
with the quiet curling
within the woven
branches of sleep
Such beautiful imagery! More, more!!!
Thanks Cristina! Glad you stopped by and I'll be over to your site soon!!
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