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GOSSAMER AND FIREFLIES by Jennifer Wenn


Gossamer and Fireflies 

 

Deep in nocturnal stillness and quiet when

floating between wakefulness and sleep,

time’s illusion falling away, space folding in on itself,

isolation and separation melting in the starlight,

I sense them, like gossamer after a dew

in the gentle light of a calm autumn morning,

or fireflies in a still meadow as dusk slips away

on a warm early summer evening:

Luminous numinous voyages uncounted, uncountable,

all around, near and far, some intersecting and entwining,

some never touching, to each its own trajectory,

origins uncertain, destinations unseen.

All too soon the winds of my restless soulmind

sweep away the fragile portal,

but the ethereal tapestry remains,

perhaps, like gossamer and fireflies,

awaiting a magical moment of rediscovery.



 

 Evening Star



Sappho’s Hesperos, twilight’s flaming diamond,

guardian of the portals of night;

lifting my eyes, I am inescapably beckoned,

following so many through the eons:

The weary labourer awash in long-sought relief

under the spell of sleep’s harbinger;

A child gazing up in wonder at the

herald of emerging heavenly glories;

The overdue traveller guided onward

by firmament’s wanderer.

And my wish ineluctably drawn—

may you shepherd we roaming spirits

homeward to peace and rest at last. 




Jennifer Wenn is a trans-identified writer and speaker from London, Ontario. Her first poetry chapbook, A Song of Milestones, has been published by Harmonia Press (an imprint of Beliveau Books). She has also written From Adversity to Accomplishment, a family and social history; and published poetry in Beliveau Review, The Ekphrastic Review, Watchyourhead, Open Minds Quarterly, Tuck Magazine, Synaeresis, Big Pond Rumours, the League of Canadian Poets Fresh Voices, Wordsfestzine, and the anthologies Dénouement and Things That Matter.  She is also the proud parent of two adult children. Visit her website here


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