For We Write Poems: We Wordle #5
Incandescent ribbons of fireflies hemmed the patio/porch
with a certain queerly wild tinkling. Not quite heard,
yet with enough substance to make a tired grandmother’s
heart jump in foolish child-like joy.
Finally relieving heavy crescent of formidable pain
that had slung around and crowned her head since early
morning when full rain had fallen in thrumming cascade
on whatever thirsty green might be in need of growing.
Thoughts, without rhyme or reason, began an elephant
parade…roped together, trunk to tail…replacing former soreness.
Sliver of sweet succulent persimmon obediently followed herbal
smell of patchouli pretending to plod through just watched sunset.
With grateful smile, she rose slowly to go inside and begin typing.
Elizabeth Crawford 2/3/14
Notes: The grandmother here could easily be me. Started last week with a great deal of pain, relieved by more pharmaceuticals than those swallowed in the last year. Meanwhile, I have written and typed up more poetry than I have in months and most of those poems were followed by notes which included musical selections as part of the inspiration for their creation. When I looked at this current list of words and saw the word fireflies, I just started laughing, my mind filling with images from the video I used for motivation two poems back, and had written the day before yesterday. But, I didn’t want to repeat myself, so went in search of another song that suits both my thoughts and feelings about creativity as a healing element built into the human psyche and the change that is its consequence. Watch carefully. Near the end of the video there is a ribbon of incandescent fireflies and the words to this song are a parade of elephants tied together…trunk to tail. Laughter is also good medicine.
Image is a photograph of a bonfire taken last summer, and digitally manipulated with kaleidoscope app. I managed to use all of the words.