A thousand mechanical fireflies
glimmer on the horizon.
Perched upon steel and stone,
they wait,
blooming into life
as the sun sinks
below the edge of the world.
As day breaks once more,
the artificial light fades,
replaced by the glow of the sun.
No longer alive,
but not fully dead,
they hibernate in darkness
as life busies itself below.
By night, they outshine
even the moon and stars;
winking arrogantly in the knowledge
that without them,
we are lost.
And yet -
we have already lost to them.
Fields and forests,
trees and sky,
torn asunder by superior forces
of steel and stone,
of mechanical fireflies
glimmering on the horizon,
secure in their understanding
that they have won.
Author notes
The stars used to be visible at night.
...Not anymore.
A contest entry
- prewrites, come and get them by Ryno.
638 points, ended November 24, 2008, 25 entries
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Comments
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I really loved this.
I like how... this is just one example, so brilliantly penned, to capture a whole world behind it - how industrialization is completely taken over.
But, the streetlights specifically were a good choice because of the beauty that would come along with them - and your strong imagery, and emotion too.
You didn't make your emotion evident, but behind the images I could feel it stirring.
It was really creative, personal, inspiring and also, what I liked the most, a really naturally-inspired piece.
I agree completely with you. -
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Thank you very much!
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feeling it
~prewrites, come and get them
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