FIREFLIES
I don’t mean to be
vulgar now, but when you
narrowed your still
thighs, it was
like a firefly lighting
the night just over the hill,
with its lantern along-
side a bush,
and I
came chasing, daunting
your wings with
the warm cup of hands
that were clapping gingerly.
–David Radavich
Local poets were writing about contemporary events in the Sangamo Journal
as early as the 1830s. People’s Poetry wants you to share your thoughts on what’s
happening in Springfield today–in poetic form. Poems on any subject will be
considered, but ones that deal with issues of local interest are encouraged.
Send yours to poetry editor Lee Gurga, P.O. Box 662, Lincoln, IL 62656, or to
gurga@ccaonline.com with “Bards of
the Sangamo” in the subject line. (Please limit your submissions to poems of
14 lines or less.)
This article appears in Jul 10-16, 2003.
