~ I Dreamt Of Fireflies ~

Some worthy quatrains there, very Nineteenth Century but not affecting

archaic language, which I think works. I think in the second stanza

you mean it to be two words, every one, as in each one.

Really nice Teddy!
I grew up in IL and there were always TONS of Fireflies in the summer.

We would collect them in jars and make "lanterns" for our tents.

Here in AZ ... no fireflies! I miss them and your poem hits home.
Thanks for sharing!

Living in IL, I grew up doing the same, cobguy.
Great poem!

Yeats often wrote of mythical beings and Irish folktales. Those aren't my favorite of Yeats' poems,

but when he crossed that mythological bent with a sort of political sensibility, he achieved some of

the masterworks of modern poetry. My late wife and I visited his ancient tower fortress, which was

home to him, his wife and kids. Luckily, it has a cozy cottage at the base. But my wife looked around

the high stone bedroom in the tower and shook her head and said his wife must have really loved him

(to live in such a home). We also visited his grave, in the rain, there in Sligo, buried there beside his

wife in a churchyard. Yeats and family lived in the tower during some of the Irish armed struggle for

independence. He was a strong supporter of independence despite being a Protestant. I'm rattling

on about Yeats because this poem is reminiscent of some of his work.