Free these veins
From chains
Formed by
ticking hands
And growing sums-
Beat, beat, beat
The heart
With songs of smiles
and wondrous thought,
Chase the firefly
Through these woods
Of wander
In the midst of lovely dawn.
When the sun breaks
Splinters gray sky
With burning red and gold
Beat, beat, beat
The heart with paintings of wild
And stuttering shadows.
Release the firefly
Shift to flutterby
With delicate wings
Meant to go
Sea to sea-
Wander from the woods
Your newborn path
Rise with the sun
Find the truth
Outside the ticking hands
And growing sums.
About the Creator
Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
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Author's Note: This was originally written for the first round the 2024 NYC Midnight 100-word Microfiction Challenge, but has been revised into a longer microfiction. My assignment included the following: Genre - Horror, Action - Signing a guestbook, Word - trail
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"Beat, beat, beat The heart with paintings of wild And stuttering shadows." Beat, beat, and beat faster goes the heart of the reader!