Fantasy for the Fourth
In deep dark dusk
a golden trumpet's piercing note
fractures an invisible rainbow,
flings its colors skyward
in myriad shapes of ephemeral light.
The 1812 Overture explodes,
celebrates in joyous noisy cannonades
our beloved country's birth.
Ghost ships on the Potomac
briefly glow and fade.
Marguerite Louise Monette
a golden trumpet's piercing note
fractures an invisible rainbow,
flings its colors skyward
in myriad shapes of ephemeral light.
The 1812 Overture explodes,
celebrates in joyous noisy cannonades
our beloved country's birth.
Ghost ships on the Potomac
briefly glow and fade.
Marguerite Louise Monette
posted by marguerite louise at
3:24 AM
1 Comments:
Lovely word picture.
I love fireworks, but not the hassle to fight traffic, park, etc to see them. So I guess I'll stay home and comfort my dogs.
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Marguerite, at 7/04/2008 8:16 AM
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