Dancing Echoes

Beats Stumbling Around in Silence



On a balmy spring night
Where the gravid pink moon
Pregnant with summer anticipation
Lumbers toward full
While upon the darkly fen
A sign language of love
Flickers in the misty umbra
“I am here”

Sign language of love
In isolated umbra
Fireflies flicker

In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #227: Quarantine

Author: Dancing Echoes

I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. My creative outlet used to be dancing but due to injuries and age, I must now find another path. I am hoping my writing, poetry and photography can be this new path. Awards: While I am grateful and honored for the numerous nominations, I don’t have time to respond to them with the attention they deserve, so for the most part, I am an award free blog. All photographs and words are mine unless otherwise credited. © 2015-2023 Dancing Echoes ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author/owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Christy Draper with appropriate and specific direction to the original content on Dancing Echoes.

6 thoughts on “Isolation

  1. Oh, how I miss fireflies… almost as much as hugs, perhaps. ❤ ❤ ❤

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  2. You know what’s weird? They are rare around here. Up north they were thick but they have never been as prolific in my area. I saw these the other night in the next door lot. There has been a big effort to reduce mosquitoes without the nasty pesticides that also harm other insects. I also was surprised it was so early in the season. And these guys had a very white flash, not the golden flash I recall from up north. Sadly this lot will be developed soon and their environment will be destroyed.


  3. If one good thing comes of this terrible situation it’s that others will come to appreciate moments like the one you’ve described.

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  4. Yes, we are all redefining beauty and I am glad nature is catching a short break too. We are forever changed.

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  5. Funny that. I think we’ve had something like this conversation before?

    We didn’t get them in New Hampshire, so I haven’t seen them often since I was 11 or so, living in New Jersey. I’d collect them in a jar for beside my bed. Poor buggers, but they made for a little magic in my room at night.

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