Homes of FirefliesA Story by Ripple of AquaFireflies are such questionable things...
Glowing in the moonlight
These spirits swindle and wander Children frolic and play in the fields of tall grass Racing after each light Their shrieks of delight fill my ears Overwhelming me with joy Benjamin, my boy, slithers across the grass, His eyes wide as he stares at his closed hands Nestled within a glow flickers Under the slits of his pudgy fingers Moma, he calls me, Why is he tickling me? I bend foreword, kissing his forehead before looking at his cagen palms He wants out, I whisper at his side Why, Moma? Doesn't he want to play? I gently lay my hands over his Slowly prying away it's tight hold You wouldn't want to play forever would you? Wouldn't you want to see Moma and Papa again? He looks up, green eyes shimmering within the yellow and blue hues Confused and saddened A small chuckle escapes my passive lips as I pull lightly on the last iron bar The glowing creature crawling silently Wouldn't you want him to see his Moma and Papa again? I say Wouldn't you want him to feel at home? He nods in hurried agreement I hold his free hand as the other spreads flat to the cool air And we both watch as the small insect lifts his black sodden wings, And quietly lifts back into the sky of his home. © 2012 Ripple of AquaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorRipple of AquaNo Where In Praticular..., MOAboutI like to write, a lot, and I normally have been writing books more than poetry, but I believe my stories are just far too precious to put up. I love all form of arts-fine arts, creative writing, mu.. more..Writing
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