I remember swaying to the cricket beat
As midnight moon spilled her light
Grass-tickled, pickled with dreams
Free falling into the raven-black night
Dreams fizzle and fade like stone-grey tides
I am still star-stunned, staring at the skies
And as I embrace this velvety void
My heart will still dance with the fireflies
“Darkness came, full of moths and beetles. I was oppressed by the velvety emptiness of the word and swathes of soft grass. Then the fumes of the night put me to sleep”
– As I walked out one Midsummer morning –
A late response to Laura Bloomsbury’s Poetic prompt,
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