I, firefly

he admires my fire

keeps it under glass

a pretty little pyrotechnic

with just enough oxygen

not to starve completely

and warns me

not to burn

too brightly

be careful

not to blind

another’s eyes

he guards the flame

from would-be

moths and monsters

and I, firefly

in my safe phial

say my prayers

lord grant me the strength

to singe his flesh

 

a.duncan, 2016

 

 

 

 

 

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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

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