When light bulbs popped he was reminded
of his failure, his mockery of daylight.

Nightly, Thomas’s lovers unscrewed
his invention, preferring the kindness
of candles.

Once he thought he was so clever, capturing
the sun in a mason jar, dreamed of it conveniently
lighting a porch scene while a girl rummaged
for her door key, or illuminating her face
as her sweetheart found her lips.

Instead it was the moths most drawn to his creation
and Thomas found himself responsible for the deaths
of a million naked butterflies.

In an effort to outrun his own name,
he built a raft, weaved his escape 
beneath a pale ribbon of sky.

He drifted in the Amazon for awhile,
admiring the work of a greater inventor:
His electric eels: votives of the sea,
the dimmer switch of the sun.

But when night fell,
Mr. Edison could not stop concocting:

Perhaps a cloak of sewn glowworms he mused,
should no one be able to find me?

Or a bouillon cube of crushed fireflies for a soup
one can sip in the dark?

What if I could squeeze that bright flash of storm
into twin pendants for the ears of my darling, what then?
Would that not be the potion for love?

Even in the quiet black of the river,
Thomas could dream
only of light.

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MEGAN FALLEY is one of a mere handful of poets to be published both on Penmanship Books and Write Bloody Press. After representing SUNY New Paltz for four years on the college slam team, Megan later earned her degree in English Literature and Creative Writing and returned to New Paltz to coach the team. In 2009 she helped found the second largest collegiate spoken word tournament in the country, The Wade-Lewis Poetry Slam Invitational. In 2010 she represented New York City on a competing team at the National Poetry Slam and her work began appearing in several literary magazines and anthologies. She has authored four chapbooks and her first full length of collections, After the Witch Hunt, will be published on Write Bloody Press in 2012. When she is not writing poems, Megan occupies herself by turning her ex-lovers into pies.

3 responses to “Thomas Edison on the Amazon River”

  1. Rich Boucher says:

    “Instead it was the moths most drawn to his creation
    and Thomas found himself responsible for the deaths
    of a million naked butterflies.”

    ….responsible for the deaths of a million naked butterflies.

    Such a crushing image. Such a good poem.

    Thank you, Megan.

  2. Hank cherry says:

    Mr. Edison could not stop concocting.

    Beautiful. Such fresh words! Kick out the poems, you!

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