This poem is in response to a prompt at Pink. Girl. Ink. posted by Stacy Lynn Mar.
“This is another guided poem. You simply read the rules and follow them. Once you complete them all, you should have a rather interesting little poem about Summer!”
While fireflies rise in the
warm summer evening, we
focus on distant lightning and
In gathering darkness, a
whisper of wings overhead
a steady flight path through unseen clouds
as bats join us in the soiree.
Drowsy memories of afternoon
breezes rustling the daylilies —
hemerocallis — daytime beauties,
each blossom lasting only
a single day, dying
with the transition from cerulean
to cobalt to inky blue-black.