THE CICADA SONG
At twilight tonight I heard the cicada's cry
Their first call of the season
It is not the seductive sound of a sultry summer night
But a blaring siren, warning of the sweltering heat to come
The sounds of summer are still, beneath the blazing daylight sun
But as dusk begins to settle
The desert dwellers begin their sunset symphony
The hue and cry of heat, and of harmony.
3 comments:
A lovely poem, Shae. I need to try a poem sometime. Earlier this year I read "This Year You Write Your Novel" by Walter Mosley and he strongly recommended reading and studying poetry as it is a great way to really master the use of the right word at the right time. So keep it up!!
As I was reading your poem, it dawned on me I have never heard a cicada - we have plenty of crickets here in the northeast, but no cicadas (at least as far as I know). So I googled 'cicada song' and sure enough there are a bunch of videos on YouTube. Those suckers are loud! And one of them did sound very much like a siren. Some of them sounded like crickets, too. And one of them sort of reminded me of a jackhammer. I guess it depends on the species.
The ones in Vegas are really loud and they sound a lot like a civil defense siren.
I'm glad you liked the poem, I was out walking the dog last night when I heard the cicadas and I went in and wrote the poem. There is something about hearing them (especially the first time during the summer) that sets off a sense memory for me. I finally captured it in a poem.
I like writing poetry, it's a great writing exercise. you should definitely try it!
When I first heard cicadas I thought they were noisy power lines. Someone finally told me that they were nasty looking bugs. I don't mind the sound as long as they don't show themselves.
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