My prejudiced thoughts;
lofty visions of you.
Fiery images deflect a golden hue.
Imagined you, bronzed, dazzling, and vein.
We danced; then came rain.
Caught too long there.
Idol thoughts; so dear.
Washed away; with my tear.
My arms bound, and mouth sealed.
Woven. Hey! What’s the deal?
OH, My God! I’ve Been Caught!
The coven’s web intendedly taut!
The feast I am. His delight.
Oh, fairy friend! By the firelight!
Here I am!
Now the spiders home virtually unseen,
vaguely tucks into that corner beam.
But, see the dim light, growing so bright?
A fairy severers the silk, so tight.
And, falling from the web of fright.
Still arms tangled by silk threads
Pushing out bracing the fall
The spider and the fairy brawl
wham, bam, to and fro, from the deathly fight they bow
Looking, whom’s, my fairy friend? Noticing it must be Joe.
Underneath the spider
Joe waves thumbs up, You’re alright!
Now run like hell! To the light!
Run away little bate!
For, the fate of the firefly might be too late…
by Bonnie Jennings 1/12/2010