Cicada Serenade

Cicada Serenade

sticky, sultry evenings of late summer
droplets of sweat mingling in body crevices
an open door offering no relief
as the air hung heavy from weighted clouds
the only sound, that of whirring fans
and the serenading of cicadas
as they make love
before singing themselves to death

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  21 comments for “Cicada Serenade

  1. August 31, 2023 at 11:07 am

    Oh–I can really feel this heat. And hear those cicadas! Great job!

    • Christine Bolton
      September 2, 2023 at 10:17 pm

      Thank you Merril. So kind of you ☺️💕

  2. August 30, 2023 at 2:44 am

    Keep up with the good and informative post

  3. August 26, 2023 at 8:36 pm

    They were screaming so loud outside yesterday. It was startling.😱

    • Christine Bolton
      August 26, 2023 at 9:25 pm

      They can be incredibly noisy, I agree ☺️Their last hurrah, maybe. Congratulations by the way. Saw you featured on Spillwords. Your poem was tragic and raw and your story behind it, even more so. We write to sort out our feelings and to heal. I do anyway 💕

  4. sanaarizvi
    August 26, 2023 at 1:04 pm

    This is powerful writing here, Christine! The final lines took my breath away ❤️❤️

    • Christine Bolton
      August 26, 2023 at 9:27 pm

      Thank you Sanaa. The Cicada story is a moving one ❤️

  5. August 25, 2023 at 1:27 pm

    We once took a cicada for a ride! True story. We were visiting family in Chicago. At the time we lived in Iowa. They were inundated with cicadas at the time!!! We had our car parked in their double wide driveway. Next day we drove all the way to St Olaf’s College in Minnesota – our daughter was “college shopping” at the time. We stopped at a gas station to fill up – and decided to lift the hood to check something in the engine and out jumped a cicada!!!! 🙂
    I also used to have them covering the screen on my window in the home I grew up in as a little girl. They can be quite a nuisance!
    Thanks for the memories 🙂

    • Christine Bolton
      August 25, 2023 at 3:46 pm

      What a funny story Lillian! I once took a locust to work on my windshield when I lived in Texas. That summer we had swarms of them because it was so dry. Ahh memories, yes! ☺️❤️

  6. August 25, 2023 at 3:17 am

    That final line… wow

    • Christine Bolton
      August 26, 2023 at 9:29 pm

      Thank you Bjorn.

  7. August 25, 2023 at 2:51 am

    You really set the scene, Christine, with ‘sticky, sultry evenings of late summer’. I’m not a fan of ‘droplets of sweat mingling in body crevices’ and am pleased to say that this morning is lovely and cool.

    • Christine Bolton
      August 25, 2023 at 7:52 am

      Haha Kim. ☺️ Both our poems were seasonal but very different climates and creatures.

  8. August 24, 2023 at 9:45 pm

    I love it! Very well written!

    • Christine Bolton
      August 24, 2023 at 11:27 pm

      Thank you Dwight ☺️

      • August 25, 2023 at 9:04 am

        You are welcome!

  9. August 24, 2023 at 9:09 pm

    Beautiful imagery

    • Christine Bolton
      August 26, 2023 at 9:30 pm

      Thanks Shashi ☺️💕

  10. August 24, 2023 at 8:08 pm

    A very vivid image of a hot summer night. Love the way you’ve ended your poem

    • Christine Bolton
      August 24, 2023 at 11:27 pm

      Thank you so much ☺️❤️

      • August 25, 2023 at 3:10 am

        You’re most welcome

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