poetry marathon: prompt #9, use minimum 5 of 10 words given

‘summer night…perfection of thought…’

   with apologies to Wallace Stevens ~

Despite the rain, the fireflies flicker.

At the treeline, they hang in branches

diamante on blue so dark it burns.

Our house becomes a cottage

in the dark, shrinks strangely

in the summer heat, its recent build

only a mask for four walls and a fence.

A gentle lethargy falls on us – velvety,

still. Cicadas sing, moths dart into light.

The night descends.  

Published by: Britton Gildersleeve

Writer Britton Gildersleeve grew up in Southeast Asia, moved to the Middle East when she married, and returned to Oklahoma to raise her two sons. Now that they're grown, she and her beloved live in Virginia, where she can be closer to sons, daughter-in-law, & grandsons. Sometimes she hears voices, so she writes ~ And she drinks a lot of tea.

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