it would happen yet,
not now or soon.
there it was: news as
ugly as the word
Shall I light a candle
against the next demand?
watch the fireflies feint and fade:
blips of self-inflicted shine,
useless as words to lighten loss.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Mary Cresswell is a Wellington poet. She has published work in a variety of print and online journals, in NZ and overseas (mainly in the US). She is co-author of Millionaire’s Shortbread (U Otago, 2003).
Mary says this poem responds to the death of a friend — a marine biologist, so she is not sure where the fireflies flew in from. In actual fact, she says, they might be the phosphorescence that rides on the edges of waves.