Frivolous Fancy

Frivolous Fancy

A Poem by Chris Shaw

fairy lights fraternise with
night's delectable darkness
.
catch me if you can they blink
an eye wink in flirty brightness
.
flickering fast in flaunting moves
echoed in pristine mirror glass
.
to illuminate bottled perfumes
that stand in all sizes and shapes
.
to pursue to exhaustion's end
like fireflies in a far off forest
.
through sleepy eyes mesmerised
visualising what i've never seen
.
tiny insects with an inbuilt gleam
creating a touch of pure heaven

© 2021 Chris Shaw


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Here in Michigan. No fireflies. My father lived in the Virginia mountains once. The fireflies lit up the night. I loved how you described the view of a miracle. Thank you dear Chris for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Dear Coyote, so sorry this is a belated thank you. A month late but better late than not at all. read more
Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

I am retired now. All I have is free time dear Chris. Snow had come to Michigan. 8 inches of snow an.. read more
Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

I think all of us are looking forward to hotter weather. It has been bitterly cold here.



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and 'THEY' say there are no fairies!!!
Just shows how little 'THEY' know

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Thank you Dave. Pleased you called on this older poem from my archives. Have a good day.
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Here in Michigan. No fireflies. My father lived in the Virginia mountains once. The fireflies lit up the night. I loved how you described the view of a miracle. Thank you dear Chris for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

Dear Coyote, so sorry this is a belated thank you. A month late but better late than not at all. read more
Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

I am retired now. All I have is free time dear Chris. Snow had come to Michigan. 8 inches of snow an.. read more
Chris Shaw

1 Year Ago

I think all of us are looking forward to hotter weather. It has been bitterly cold here.
I have a special memory when my son was 5 and we were driving across country to move to Maine (where we lived for 3 years). We stopped at a tourist place--I think in Michigan--where there were lots of water fountains. As it grew dusk, the fire flies came out and he was chasing them. A very nice subject for a poem.

Posted 2 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Pleased I have reminded you of a special moment Shelley. Many thanks for stopping by and sharing. Be.. read more
I too love seeing the fireflies playing across the yard. There is something very magical about these little creatures and about your poem. This is soft and fun and free. I can feel the warm air and see the silhouettes of the trees as twilight arrives and they start their show as I read this. Wonderfully written Chris.

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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you will. Something I have yet to see in the flesh. That and the northern lights which is anot.. read more
willweb

2 Years Ago

Wow, come to south Texas in the summer, they are everywhere.
Aren't these more wonderful than the Christmas lights...?
God's own little lamps. The miracles in nature never cease.
I love this poem for its beautiful imagery of illumination in dark night, the amazing alliteration and the great message!


Posted 2 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Fairy lights are pretty but fire flies are heaven. Only seen them on film but hopefully one day …... read more
Magic and whimsy! This is so lovely!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Pleased you enjoyed Ciara. Thank you so much.

Chris


the first time I ever saw them was in my garden in Bulgaria and I was consumed with a kind of inner glow .. thank you for reminding me of happy times Chris .. a truly beautiful poem with an inner light of its own ..

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you Neville. So pleased that these words brought happy memories to you. A little light can go .. read more
You lit up my mind with your fairy lights. Reminding me of those summer nights when we too chased them, trying to catch and put them in our glass jars to later light our bedrooms. Thank you, Margie.
Take care - Dave


Posted 3 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Thank you Dave. I love my fairy lights, both inside and outside on our deck. Lovely on summer evenin.. read more
Dave

3 Years Ago

You too!
Take care - Dave
dearest Chris... fireflies are moonlight butterflies that
create a garden path of memories. They were always there
in my childhood to instill Wonder like fallings stars to capture
if only for awhile. Actually, we have a similar "light" that shines
through our heart when night brings us quiet prayers with our Creator.
May peace and understanding always be in your repertoire. gently, Pat


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Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

How lovely for you to see them in your childhood Pat. I hope I get to see them one day in the flesh... read more
Patricia Wedel

2 Years Ago

dear Chris… my days on Earth are a Gift that takes a Lifetime to Unwrap. If I can Cheer Someone�.. read more
Awaaaaa love love love fireflies I once was a "firefly light" so You can imagine my delight with this one dearest Chris, your soft playful tune just perfect and teasing, and that last verse sparks the ethereal magic all over... again your title is really amazing! You are so good with titles.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

So pleased you like this one lightsong and the title too. Many thank yous for your continued encoura.. read more

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Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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