What’s in a fire?:
All sizzle and roar
We inhale it, taste it, mouths agape,
watch its cleansing destruction
with eyes painted in shades of violence,
primed by action movies
in which explosions shout our loudest
words of wisdom.
A crackle that crunches
like tin foil wrath,
nothing like the softest sigh of rain on stone
or the shush of shoots
gasping from tender
Heat bites parched lips,
bakes the softness of water
from bones and skin,
sears gentle words on swollen,
Wind sighs in our lungs.
breathing fire like some
ancient, angry, resentful dragon
that forgot the sweet shyness
2 thoughts on “Poem 1: Fire”
Wow. I really like the imagery and the word-feel of this. “bakes the softness of water / from bones and skin,” is powerful. Unique.
Thank you so much for the feedback, Denise!