June Midnight on Amherst Island

Benjamin Jenkins, life, poem, poems, poetry, Throwback Thursday, writing

The fire burns hot,

Tangerine embers spit.

A heated conversation.

 

Two tall candles

Flicker upon the corpse of a tree.

A dancing, phantom flame,

On wet wax.

Mirrors of Charon’s shores.

 

We cremate the remains

In a ceremonial burial.

Toasting marshmallows

And dark rum.

 

What will you do

On this moonlight night?

While we tramp around

This campfire light?

 

Gothic shadows dancing,

Projected by a stoic tree.

A tree that lived

Its 148 rings

On a shore of Lake Ontario

 

The fire glows,

Crackling high,

And the green midnight grass cut low.

How sweet green

Floats on the moonshine!

 

The willows,

Dangling their long tendrils

Of eucalyptus like leaves

Into the lapping tides.

The roots clinging to the bank

Like floss.

 

Brady holds a Nikon

Backwards.

The lens pointed blank in his face.

A cigarette pinched between

The fuck you finger

And the shutter finger.

Smoke signaling its pearl tendrils

Into a tension free, star-studded sky.

 

Above a flat, shimmering lake

The sun tucks its rays,

Crawling dreamily

Under the horizon

Like a comfortable cottage quilt.

 

I stand and skip rocks.

On the tension free, star-studded water.

The smooth flat rocks chirrup.

My thoughts carried with them

Into this setting sun.

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