Image: A Cicada Leaving its Moult
Source: Wikimedia Commons (here)
That sacred moment
Melts the quiet of twilight
Sudden piercing highs
As suddenly it
turns melodious, layered
lingering but firm
Oblivious of the
encroaching dark, an eerie
ensemble beckons
Loudest insect cry
Mating game or distress call
All sounding the same
An orchestra for
the long haul throughout the night
Morbid in nature
Written for Chev's CARPE DIEM #232 with prompt - cicada
So atmospheric. Well done! I like the idea of "melting the quiet of the twilight"
ReplyDeletewe havent had them this year like many have but when we lived in maryland we went through and infestation that was morbid...them flying into the buildings their bodies littering the sidewalks and roads...crunching under foot...
ReplyDeleteGawd they are ugly. Hank, you express well the noisy cry/din of these creatures. They are creepy.
ReplyDeleteThat's one stunning first stanza. Reading that, I was yours for keeps. I agree with Lolly: the poem is wonderfully atmospheric. Great write.
ReplyDeleteCan hear them all the night long
ReplyDeleteThey can sure keep you up at night with their buzzing flight
ReplyDeleteBeautiful cycle. Wonderful expressions
ReplyDeleteI loved how this developed, and you had me from the start.
ReplyDeleteSomething funny, the first summers I lived here in Milwaukee I thought that the sound was some horrific electrical whining in the power lines or something. The way it crescendos and decrescendos. Maddening.
Liked them all, but number four is so true:)
ReplyDeleteMating game or distress call
ReplyDeleteAll sounding the same...ha...yes..that can be close together sometimes...smiles..love the pic as well..never seen one so close...fascinating..
nice set....they are so alien in appearance and life-cycle....
ReplyDeleteGreat set... but the melting is the real perfect one.
ReplyDeleteI like that little bit about "an orchestra for the long haul." Cicadas certainly do seem to go on and on and on!
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Awesome series Hank. Thanks for joining.
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