Old Cast NetA Poem by Joli Dy
The last orange moments of the day
Catch rides on the backs of dragonflies To menace my path with their fleeting shadows. “Chirra chirra” sings the Frog King Hypnotically from the long grass stems, “Won't you rest? Won't you rest?” But the woodpecker drums in the distant wood, Soft and steady, pull me forth And add my heart to their steady beat. How many summers ago did we crouch here Along this bank, jeans rolled to our knees, Tying rocks on strings to weigh down an old cast-net? It is so late and surely time now to rest When the dragonflies span their wings across the world, Ferrying the last day gems over the horizon Like an ancient viking ship, alight to Valhalla, Steered by the noble and the dear Where we dare not follow. I crouch along the marshy bank, pocketing wet rocks That shine like gems, my jeans rolled to the knees For wading, for following, my friend. “Chirra chirra” sings the Frog King Gently from the long grass stems waving beside me And the cool waters, soft and steady... pull me forth. © 2024 Joli DyReviews
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3 Reviews Added on November 27, 2024 Last Updated on November 27, 2024 AuthorJoli DyNew Orleans , LAAboutGuessing this is where we write a bit about ourselves, my least favorite thing. I prefer to be discovered in the scribbles I paste on my wall. You can call me Jo. Briefly, I'm a Cajun gal with deep f.. more..Writing
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