I
Before the ghost spiders on the sky
Float across the dusky web
They are all eyes: innumerable sparks—
That the air almost instantly suffocates.
II
One strand of fire into the dark
One mighty beat upon the air
And a wondrous web of colored light hangs on the firmament—
But cannot hold.
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I love the ending and the description of fireworks as wondrous webs of colored lights. Nice rhythm too.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Angela! I'm happy that the rhythm was preserved despite my putting each reflection into four lines (which reinforces the date) for a total of 8 lines (which emphasizes the spider imagery--1 line for each of a spider's legs).
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