Fireflies for Raven

Several years ago, a young lady in my Creative Writing class taught me a lesson that I will never forget. I was supposed to be the one teaching, but instead I was the one who probably learned the most that year.

Stubbornly, she silently sat day by day in my class, barely participating in classroom discussions, but consistently and continuously she produced writing that angered me. Her writing flowed from her pen as water from a fountain, effortlessly, and as if it were the only thing she was created to do. My anger was selfish. I wanted this young lady to shout from the rooftops to display her creative genius, but she chose instead to remain mostly silent. I have no idea what the future holds for her, but I know she inspired me to do more as a writer and be more as a teacher, to pull from my students what they refuse to pour out on their own.

She is an amazing young lady, and I will always be her biggest fan. I wrote this poem for her, and it became my first published piece. Thank you, Raven, and may God bless you richly as you grow and continue to find your voice.

Fireflies for Raven by Krista Mallo

She writes in fragments

Firefly fantasies

Potent and purified

Shattered images of self






Firefly flutters

Shaded in blackness

Midnight mercies

Bursts of illumination

She writes in fragments.


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