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Array ( [sid] => 53488 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Firefly God [time] => 2004-06-24 10:23:19 [hometext] => Revision - Better or Worse? Tried to inject more narrative and humor [bodytext] => She knew she had called out unintentionally.
He had left her, and now fireflies
self-sacrificed en masse each morning
before her mirror, flickering death
dances, leaving the darkness. Only
half their weight made light.

Once, he had told her this not quite love
story. Yes love, but the kind one might feel
toward - let’s say broccoli. A voracious
green, cruciferous love. He said in the land
of fireflies a female learns to mimic mating
signals of another species, attracting
unsuspecting horny males,
who she then devours.
This seems unfair at first.

What he did not tell her was
the motive. You see, he has
what she needs. He bleeds
for her survival. When he is gone
she wears his scent like a talisman.

For a while she will try to rescue them
from all the small openings. They are dying
to find a way into her. They swim in coffee
cups, the sink. They rest each night on her
toothbrush. The female firefly knows
only two words. They are the same
invocation. All matters are of hunger.
Be careful who you kiss, she says
in which language you speak the mystery
of touch. We are all predator. We are all
prey. Eventually we all make small meals
of our gods. It is the only prayer we know.

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The Firefly God

Contributed by oldernotwiser on Thursday, 24th June 2004 @ 10:23:19 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

She knew she had called out unintentionally.
He had left her, and now fireflies
self-sacrificed en masse each morning
before her mirror, flickering death
dances, leaving the darkness. Only
half their weight made light.

Once, he had told her this not quite love
story. Yes love, but the kind one might feel
toward - let’s say broccoli. A voracious
green, cruciferous love. He said in the land
of fireflies a female learns to mimic mating
signals of another species, attracting
unsuspecting horny males,
who she then devours.
This seems unfair at first.

What he did not tell her was
the motive. You see, he has
what she needs. He bleeds
for her survival. When he is gone
she wears his scent like a talisman.

For a while she will try to rescue them
from all the small openings. They are dying
to find a way into her. They swim in coffee
cups, the sink. They rest each night on her
toothbrush. The female firefly knows
only two words. They are the same
invocation. All matters are of hunger.
Be careful who you kiss, she says
in which language you speak the mystery
of touch. We are all predator. We are all
prey. Eventually we all make small meals
of our gods. It is the only prayer we know.

Copyright Â© oldernotwiser ... [ 2004-06-24 10:23:19]
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Re: The Firefly God (User Rating: 1 )
by tangle on Saturday, 10th July 2004 @ 09:45:02 PM AEST
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I really like this one the best.. It has a meaning that goes beyond and opens my imagination...Well done..

Re: The Firefly God (User Rating: 1 )
by pvd on Sunday, 25th July 2004 @ 08:03:08 AM AEST
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I love the male- female dynamic mixed with imagination, myth and religion in your pieces.
Good writing.

Re: The Firefly God (User Rating: 1 )
by rhyme_me_to_sleep on Saturday, 11th September 2004 @ 07:43:26 AM AEST
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And the mothers and wives and wives to be, would hand a shield to the male, come home in victory......or be carried home dead upon this shield.

and the male obediently feared the wrath and was carried home....dead upon that shield.

Another spell binding and humorus write.

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