Poem Hunter
(25th March 1943 / )


Poem By Ernestine Northover

A lake softly shimmering, in the evening's sunset glow,
Fireflies are dancing above it, moving swiftly to and fro,
Like a shower of confetti, they gyrate in a swirling mass,
Hovering over the surface, lightly humming as they pass.

Sparkles of light flickering, whilst they quickly skim, advancing
Across the water, each one striving to fulfil the art of prancing,
As if, in one mad moment, held fast in a rhythmic trance,
They become, totally mesmerized, by the magic of the dance.

With all these fireflies parading, they are, such a wondrous sight,
Their grand display, becomes a vision of absolute delight,
Thousands of them have gathered, to join this vast array,
Each one glittering with luminosity, at the ending of the day.

© Ernestine Northover

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Comments (9)

Its like a painting in word of an evening with fireflies prancing around.
Brilliant descriptions and imagery. Finely written piece. Andrew x
And we are also circled by words that hover and then place themselves beautifully within our hearts where they are home.Lovely words again Ernestine.love Duncan
Another delightful piece; Still working my way through your poetic efforts. Would like your permission to post this work on my website. The URL is: www.BunganutLake.org
Your descriptive power is amazing. I could use your own words: magic of the dance, art of prancing, luminosity, and rhythmic trance, to describe the words of your intoxicating poem.