August Nights and Wild Lights
by Megan Guimbellot
When I will the night to grow wild the wind picks up around me,
Pulling my hair into to a tornado frenzy and setting the trees dancing,
Frantic rhythms danced at the end of the world to keep the fires down
I feel it all building to a delicious and dangerous cacophony of crickets and frogs and late summer nights
The trees all silhouetted black against a fading blue sky until the mountain ridges intrude, rising in the distance
dark and darker
Strange smells and strange views
I’ve never felt alive before tonight.
I wish the photographs I take could make you understand
but they are too dark or too light or too empty with none of the emotion that wells up like ink inside of me and just spills out.
The abstract clouds linger, growing grayer with every blink and as the cooling grass grazes my cheek I look up to see only one star
A pinprick in a silk charmeuse ebony cloth
The first one at the bar clutching a martini, checking her phone, and waiting for friends
One last bird heading home streaks dark across the sky, a light clicks on in a distant house, and I feel like I’m everywhere I need to be.
Author's Note: When life feels like a dream you know things are good.
Posted on 08/11/2013
Copyright © 2021 Megan Guimbellot
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Richard Vince on 10/20/13 at 03:24 PM|
oh wow. there've been so many evenings when i've felt like that, when i've been outside and the world has felt so alive. and yet somehow, i've never managed to channel that into poetry. you, on the other hand, have done it perfectly. fabulously evocative. i feel like i'm there. just marvellous.