Sunday, December 26, 2010

Holiday, After Hours


December’s electric fireflies
crowd the night, motionless
mannequinned musicians
perform silent music, soundlessly
empty stone walkways
beckon the vanished, joylessly
beneath flutters of gold and silver
in the spent wind, frozen
I still wait

This poem is submitted for the One Shot Sunday photo prompt at One Stop Poetry. To see other poems based on the photograph, please visit the site.

Photograph: Rockefeller Center by Adam Dustus. Used with permission.

19 comments:

Brian Miller said...

beckon the vanished...and frozen i still wait are teh two lines that struck me...nicely done glynn...hope you had a great christmas...

Jerry said...

This reminds me of the family reunions we have....Once every three years on a lake. My family is usually the last ones to leave and an odd feeling of loniliness creeps in. Nice on Glynn.

stillfugue.com said...

I love the lines, "beckon the vanished, joyously," and "in the spent wind, frozen / I still wait." This is great. You captured the picture for me.

Neva Flores said...

love the line........empty stone walkways beckon the vanished. Beautiful poem Glynn.

dustus said...

Conveys an emotional sense of pondering emptiness. Very nicely done, Glynn. Also some great alliteration on the M-sounds in the middle of the poem. Powerful ending as well.

Fireblossom said...

Oh ho! You saw something didn't, and ran with it. You took a picture prompt and noted the absence of sound (not to mention people) to powerful effect. Still waiting. Yeah.

Reflections said...

Beautiful, strong piece... love the stone walkways beckon the vanished... the electric fireflys fill the night. Well done.

Maureen said...

Good one!

Kodjo Deynoo. said...

Yes a good one....congrates

Claudia said...

you had me with the first line glynn...December’s electric fireflies
crowd the night...
wow!

LauraX said...

I'm with Claudia..."December's electric fireflies..." Great image to pull us into the poem!

Rabbit said...

So vivid.

I love the electric fireflies. Even without the image, it's pictured perfectly.

nance marie said...

every single twinkling
word flew in
and landed
in just the "write" place

hedgewitch said...

Your poem completely captures the photo. A compression of that empty street, those unwatching gone eyes for a used spectacle. Succinct and crisp, but not foregoing a sort of miasmic emotional afterglow...nice.

Don Carlo said...

"Whose on Drums"...Loved it, G. Thank you guy
For dropping by
Or was that
A firefly?

You write DAMMMM good, Sir!

gospelwriter said...

There is a sense of waiting, isn't there, in the image... your poem nicely reflects that.

jen revved said...

i love your compression and intensity here, Glynn! xj

moondustwriter said...

Great response to the prompt - felt I was reading the picture

best to you Glynn

MDW

L.E. Fiore said...

Oooh, I like this poem! "electric fireflies" :-)