Hi there! Here’s a little poem I wrote this evening. I had great fun coming up with all the fire imagery, so I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!
Flames,
Licking up these broken walls, eroded
Chains, bricks crumbling to the sandy floor, and ash,
Ash-feathers floating, suffocating the still
Air with charcoal and dust;
Embers glow, eyes
Beneath the ruin,
Eyes gazing and blinking, all
The colours of a furnace roaring compressed into
These last smouldering stones.
And out of ashes we rise again;
And out of dust we are reborn;
And I shall watch the burning ruin of the constraints
Of another self
Come crumbling down like paper houses;
And I shall watch
The beauty of the flames.
A Teacup Full of Stories 