Jar Ajar

My jarful of lightning bugs,

little flying stars,

was ajar. They escaped

from conscription,

jarheads no more.

In shock, I dropped

the glass from my hands.

I babbled some jargon

not even the birds knew.

The shatter was 

a jarring wail

to the night.

published in Substack:

https://open.substack.com/pub/nolcha/p/jar-ajar?r=xwogn&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

inspired by:

https://dversepoets.com/2024/08/05/quadrille-205-a-jar-full-of-poems/