He presses his face against the glass
His breathing fast and hard
The colors of the fireflies are starting to wane
No longer flying, they crawl
Sluggishly on the bottom
A shadow falls upon them
Dad with a hammer and nail
pokes holes in the lid of their prison
The little boy grimaces
And walks away muttering to himself
"That was a forfeit!"
Fireflies forgotten
He grabs the salt in search of slugs
Author notes
option #6 word bank little boys can be really savage sometimes. Take a bow and exit stage left
A contest entry
- Build Me Worlds, Tell Me Stories, Show Me How Creative You Can Be by Enkeli.
550 points, ended July 28, 2008, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Good
The poem uses unusual and imaginative subject matter to make a statement and is clever in its use. Your words of superb imagery gently take the reader to a private place in your heart and we feel welcomed.
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I like this poem, even though it's your traditional creepy...The shadow part, though, *shiver* that SCARED me for a second...I can't tell if he poked holes in the top because he didn't know his son was trying to kill them, or if he was trying to stop his son from doing it on purpose
Great write!
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lol, this waswonderful...especially the last line...(I'm such a sucker for last lines) I used to do this when was young, and I can see my daughter doing the same thing when she hits that age...*Sigh* thank you for making me remember...
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This is a very creative use of the word bank, and you're quite right, little boys can be pretty savage.
This is a cute little story, very enjoyable to read.
Thank you so much for your entry, and for putting what I asked in the author's notes.
Good luck poet,
Enkeli
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