Half Moon, Green Goo
I ain’t laid eyes on a lightning bug,
not one all spring into summer.
I figured these hillsides way out here
would be lit up, glowing with the joy
and the squishy phosphorescent goo
my little brother and I used to smear
all over our pinchy pointers and chubby thumbs
when we’d hold on a little too hard.
We just wanted to catch and release,
but life’s too short for all that
when you’re a lightning bug.
Ain’t a jar been made
could trap your shine.
I wanna be sitting on a porch.
My porch, built with my hand.
A single wide ain’t a home without one.
I want my porch.
A peaceful place I can sip coffee
it’s way too late to be drinking
and stareup and into the perfect half light
of a perfect half moon.
And gaze down through a green glowing cloud
blinking out messages of hope in a holler,
encouragement never meant
for my lowly human eyes
to comprehend.
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<3 <3 <3
favorite:
“Ain’t a jar been made
could trap your shine.”
Love that you’re here.
Appreciate your voice, your imagination, heart, and skills as always.
I want that porch for you and I want those lightning bugs, too.
Haven’t seen them yet, either!!!
(Though we get far less in Jersey)
“hope in a holler”
You’ve accidentally made a great band name (or an anthology title? *fingers crossed*)
I always love your voice. Thanks so much!
Wonderful images, and at the risk of using a hackneyed (by not) term, there is an authenticiy in this poem. It is laced with truths. I too love the “hope in a holler.”
Just a thought: ponder changing “drinking” to “drink.” The sudden “ing” feels like a bump in this lovely road, but that’s just my opinion.
Great poem!
Love:
Ain’t a jar been made
could trap your shine.
hope in a holler,
Misty Skaggs you always do stick the landing <3