I bid farewell to acrid August,
when my peers’ rude words
drove me to tears.
I wished the earth would stop
its turning,
I came right here to forget my
fears.
I stretched my legs in
Starlight Square,
beneath
the famous figgy tree.
Often, the cold
sags my soul,
now
I’m free and full of glee.
Fireflies
flashed before my eyes,
when I raised my dark-haired
face.
If I crave some stunning shapes,
I came to the ideal place.
Tonight,
ten thousand light the night,
about
to throw a show to remember.
My
beams are bursting at my seams,
as
so much came for September.
Some
flies feel too shy to shine.
Some
cool their heat and dull their flames.
They
may melt into a mushy mess.
Oh,
their deaths are such a shame!
They
salsa, shimmy, and sock hop.
They
jete and jive in flocks of five.
Just
like a jar of lemonade,
they
make me feel more alive.
They
glow a lovely lemon yellow;
light
(up) the stage like buttercups.
Galloping
like giddy goats,
unstrapped
from their scratchy stirrups.
They
flutter upwards, flushing fuchsia.
They
curve into a cute sweetheart
I
widely smiled at their grace and guile,
encouraged
to create new art.
They
soothe me with a smooth sea green,
and
hop across the heady haze.
Flapping
fins like gleeful guppies,
Casting
hope for brighter days.
They
then ignite an icy blue.
Freewheeling
without a fuss.
Sparkling
like fresh snowflakes,
their
fancy flights bring me a buzz.
They
careen into an ocean crest,
sucking
in the concrete square.
They
then swoop into a silver loop,
bestow
a crown on my dark hair.
Once they
wrapped around my head,
these bright
bugs formed a sort of swarm.
I loved the
bugs one thousand hugs,
they felt
so welcoming and warm.
Although
tomorrow will be busy,
How
could I feel alarmed and stressed?
Cause
with these friendly fireflies,
I
just feel so calm and blessed.
The
moon beamed down at me,
the
poet in the parking lot.
Poised
and pretty like a Queen,
in
a right now private honey pot.
They
healed my heart and helped me hope
As
for next term, I could cope
In case anyone is wondering, some of this poem’s lines are inspired by the Fireflies song written by Owl City founder’s Adam Young released in 2010. Originally, I conceived it when I was resting for 15 minutes as part of a cognitive psychology experiment. Although I intended Starlight Square to be a fictional grassy place (inspired by Plaza Square but I thought Starlight sounded prettier), I recently learnt that Starlight square is a real place in Cambridge, America and was originally a concrete parking lot converted into a stage for performers and a marketplace, just like London’s Southbank. This means the poem is set in a real place. To find out more, here are the links to the music video and starlight square brochure:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psuRGfAaju4
https://www.starlightsquare.org/
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