Flying Their Fire

Villanelle poem challenge

19 lines

Holly Holt's visual of one of the stanzas in this poem
Holly Holt’s visual of one of the stanzas in this poem

Flying Their Fire

Fireflies, at death’s paling, throw stars into shadows,

Torch the night, chastise its lullaby for stealing light, and away

Flying their fire, at death’s ailing, to rave at grave jars of mad glows.

I could say, have me die in my sleep, resign my life to sad woes

But my light was borne of blazing gleam, sing me back into dream the way

Fireflies, at death’s paling, throw stars into shadows.

Scar the darkness, char this living’s starkness, by burning glad blows.

Men, small lightning thieves, must dare brandish their flames into the dying gray,

Flying their fire, at death’s ailing, to rave at grave jars of mad glows.

A wicked game of smothering life does some demon child, clad in throes,

Make when twisting the lid airtight? Maybe so, but my dreams alight to follow stray

Fireflies, at death’s paling, throw stars into shadows.

Oh the pain of stolen light, and pain greater still when slow stolen! Had those

Dreams and I flown into this mortal quarantine, tied! But they glow into the gray,

Flying their fire, at death’s ailing, to rave at grave jars of mad glows.

And I, once light bearer, know the torch will wane into the night, in bad pose

Of trembling gleam but dreams, living’s darkness, yes dreams do betray —

Fireflies, at death’s paling, throw stars into shadows,

Flying their fire, at death’s ailing, to rave at grave jars of mad glows.

© 2014. Asha Gowan. All Rights Reserved.

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Asha Gowan

I am an aspiring poet, novelist, musician, visual artist, and a die hard jazz enthusiast (partial to writing). I did not have a choice in the matter as both of my parents are creative to the core. Van Gogh beautifully painted the artist's portrait with his words: "The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others." I've made that ideal the primary catalyst for my work. Born as one of nature's esthetes, beauty is the goal of every song, every poem, every piece of art. Beauty that will touch the hearts and minds of others. I try to design my art to be healing and empathetic. I study and find intriguing people of all kinds, which informs a lot of my insights. I've drawn inspiration on the art of positivity, of spiritual uplifting from writers like Throeau, John Muir, Ohiyesa (Charles Eastman), the psalmist David, etc. Seeking a unique verve in my style, I make thorough investigations of all sorts of art and challenge myself to the hilt for the growth of my ingenuity. I am eager to share my musings with everyone here and wish to disseminate them. Thank you!