Cicada

by Amanda Thomas

Sifts summer. Wisps its humid shorn shrill.
This Double Drummer presses eardrum
in syrup earth. Purrs jazz on burr.
Susurration of legs in slippers thistle. Sighs lush
its shirringface lace. Lisps shorn, shivers glisten,
showerfern a slur slush missive.
Slays black bark instead of dark.
Simpers dusk. A species special. Our yard strums
cicada shore.
It quit diction at six.
Stars this on fence. Sugars this on grass.
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Amanda Thomas is a poet, fantasy writer, and book blogger. She studies Creative Writing at QUT and works as a library assistant. She is currently acting as Marketing Assistant for the Queensland Poetry Festival. Penning poetry is her attempt to make words sing. You can read more of her poetry on Instagram @amandathepoetess.​