Paige Hind Poet Free verse

Too Quick Burn The Fireflies

foreshadow night as darkside, grays, clouds of gills; 
my bill douse the glow just before — 
half collapsing storm; and light from sky brushes 
on wings quick; too quick burn the fireflies,

these flashes are burrowing channels
to a girl whose memories are webbed to grass,
flickers now gone through my eyes; 
still absent fireflies churn inside, 

melt within rain like on mittens; I hold some  
to a dry part of my skin's outstretched sea; 
thundershakes still serene; unseen but seeing,
too quick burn the fireflies

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Ryan Geoffrey Hayward August 2, 2026 at 5:10 AM That second verse is absolutely mesmorizing. This is a fantastic detailed read. This is how poetry is written after many moons of writing.

sara Etgen-Baker July 30, 2026 at 5:45 PM captivating words -- what you've done with fireflies is brilliant.

I Am Anaya July 21, 2026 at 2:04 PM "flickers now gone through my eyes; still absent fireflies churn inside, " deep, I wished I thought of fireflies churning inside me!

Victor Buhagiar July 17, 2026 at 1:40 AM Fireflies are fascinating. A lovely poem with great imagery.

Brandy Nicole July 13, 2026 at 6:42 PM ' these flashes are burrowing channels to a girl whose memories are webbed to grass. ' I understand this moment completely, my dear friend. I have always enjoyed watching fireflies light up the sky. My heart is smiling. : ) Hugs and blessings to you. ~ Brandy

sara Etgen-Baker July 13, 2026 at 10:12 AM outstanding imagery and engaging poem...I love fireflies and this poem, faving hugs, Sara

Sotto Poet July 13, 2026 at 2:40 AM You paint such vivid pictures, Paige. Seeing it painted would be awesome. Art, like poetry, may be a therapeutic release, even while it is gloomy.

Ink Empress July 12, 2026 at 9:46 AM “ burn the fireflies” will be perfect for a prompt sweet paige! You stand out with how different and unique your metaphors and way with expressing is! I like such authenticity and also I feel the angst and emotional depth of your lines so very sincerely! Pleasure reading this, its a fave! Sending you light always

Hiya Sharma July 11, 2026 at 11:37 PM Oh those burned wishes and memories! Those unfulfilled dreams and the ache.. sigh.. I felt everything, from the innocence of your heart to the cruelty that life withheld.. through your absolutely evocative words, dear Paige. "a girl whose memories are webbed to grass" that is so moving and poignant! "Thunder shakes still serene" absolutely brilliant.. each line holds such fiery meaning.. sending you love, light and hugsss! A fav

Andrea Dietrich July 11, 2026 at 10:57 PM A very thought provoking title and images.

James Marshall Goff July 10, 2026 at 11:10 PM Love the leaping images Paige!

Kim Rodrigues July 10, 2026 at 10:33 AM Paige, You create such imagery. Would be cool to see it painted. I know that it is dark, but just as poetry is cathartic, so too can art. … clouds of gills… webbed to grass… too quick burn the fireflies

Nette Onclaud July 10, 2026 at 4:37 AM i feel a sublime sense of melancholia here, paige...haunting!