IMAGE OF EARTH AND QUILL

Guest Poet Erin Thompson


HOPE

Fireflies flit
Spiral upwards
Lost in love and a swirl of wind

But

Uncontrollably tacking across a breezy night
They still flash their landing lights
Hoping for something
Intrinsically
Instinctually
Right.

September 1997


Erin Thompson's Questions:


Does it convey "hope"? Or anything at all, for that matter?
Does the spacing detract or add to it?
Does such a large word as "intrinsically" belong?


Correspond with Erin Thompson at
erinthompson@Juno.com
with your ideas about this poem.



The Albany Poetry Workshop