Something stunning and prismatic swells in the lungs,
Works it’s way into the bloodstream,
Quick ride to the brain, in mother of pearl veins;
Fireflies dot the room intangibly,
Never quite pinned down like so many butterflies.
Something about this feels like pin-pricked fingers
Grasping a glass of ice water,
Under lucid thermonuclear blue skies.
“lucid thermonuclear blue skies” is a fluid, intriguing image. I’m also a fan of the fireflies “never quite pinned down like so many butterflies.”
just now lighting in the bright dimming blue sky. the perfect atmosphere for reading this..
Intriguing imagery—engages senses, including the 6th. The second stanza a contrast I am not sure I understand, but I don’t care! I like this poem and the “b” sounds and title lucid blue