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Familiar [11-1-08]

At night I hear the crickets talking to me,
their black backs
slick and reflective
against the moon.
When the sun comes up,
I leave the doors ajar so
one
by
one
they come inside to hide
under the chests
and in the corners of the room;
their Morse code of clicks and chirps
a metronome
for my writing hand.

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  • Genevieve Robey
    Genevieve Robeyalmost 6 years ago

    This is great!

  • Thanks. :)

    – Alexis Elizabeth

  • Jazzdenski
    Jazzdenskialmost 6 years ago

    I love your writing Alexis!

  • Thanks babe! I’m glad I still entertain you.

    – Alexis Elizabeth

  • Jazzdenski
    Jazzdenskialmost 6 years ago

    On second thoughts… I love it even more!

  • I did a painting a few months back, where this poem is painted into it. I’ll have to find a photograph of it to upload.

    – Alexis Elizabeth

  • ShadowDancer
    ShadowDanceralmost 6 years ago

    you have a gift with imagry.. great job!

  • Thank you so much. I wrote this when I was still living in Kansas. Those darn little buggers always seemed to sneak their way into the farmhouse, and after a while, I learned to love them. The house was always ghostly quiet without their little chirps from the corners.

    – Alexis Elizabeth

  • PJ Ryan
    PJ Ryanalmost 6 years ago

    stark, succinct writing, really great !

  • Thank you very much! :)

    – Alexis Elizabeth

  • kimangeline
    kimangelinealmost 6 years ago

    missalexis…this takes me back home lol – those critters were everywhere…I always smile when I hear them :)

  • I love crickets too! and stirring up memories of home. You’re welcome. :)

    – Alexis Elizabeth

  • nnimus3
    nnimus3almost 6 years ago

    Amazing

    watch out for those crickets though- last Summer the cicadas in my garden started a campaign against the netting on my windows. They would fly at it in battle formation as if they hoped their collective impact would breach the barrier and allow them access to my sanctum. I prefer that they keep their songs outside…

  • The Cicada bloom came through southern Ohio last summer, talk about an army.

    – Alexis Elizabeth

  • John Fish
    John Fishover 5 years ago

    love it. great writing. I can hear and see everything with your descriptions

  • I’m glad you’ve enjoyed my work, thank you for the wonderful compliment.

    – Alexis Elizabeth

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