|InterBoard Poetry Competition|
Laurel K. Dodge
(The Writer's Block)
July stumbles toward me in the dark,
a drunk bumming a light I don't have.
Anxious firecrackers interrupt a mutt
howling at the moon's smudge. Tentative
fireflies flash, pretend they're stars.
Two glasses of wine and I'm expansive
as this humid night; sipping a third, I spread
wider, expose my dead and dying light to the sky.
Judge Sheila Bender's comment: This short lyric poem practices projection to evoke a dark mood. I very much enjoyed the images and metaphor that help the poet accomplish the task.