This poem was first published in issue 14 of Flesh & Blood.

 



Fireflies rise Painting
They flow they glide 
a million tiny bubbles 
of light and so much trouble 
Blue waters and lilies part 
pulsing with her heart 
her eyes, brown green 
staring but unseen 
Goldfish swim between her hair 
that’s touched with light 
just over there 
twinkling out of sight 
Her red lips open 
whispering under water 
perhaps are hoping 
that only someone saw her 
A heroine 
It is a sin 
to let her sleep 
in waters deep 
dreaming of fireflies 
and endless flowing skies 
so many unknown “why”s 
perhaps she dies 

 

 

Copyright ©  Daniel Arenson