Running wild
Through a lucent flickering field of tall grass
Pulsing luminous war paint
Savagely smeared across our faces
Was I seven?
No story attached
A flash of memory-
The dark sky
Filled with flecks of light
Fireflies
Captured in a mason jar
They would all be dead by morning. ________________________________________
The Daily Post, July 10, 2015, Daily Prompt: Memory on the Menu~ Which good memories are better — the recent and vivid ones, or those that time has covered in a sweet haze?<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/memory-menu/”>Memory on the Menu</a><a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/memory-menu/”>Memory on the Menu</a>
I always let them go before morning so they wouldn’t die.
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I didn’t know any better. That was the one time I caught fireflies. I can’t remember who I was with.
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But remembered. http://judydykstrabrown.com/2015/07/10/old-stories/
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Good old mayonnaise jars! I love this, Lydia.
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Thank you!
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