The
fires moves down, down
from
the mountains, down
through
the center of my soul,
streaking
the inner darkness
with
golden yellows, glowing
if
not illuminating, burning
stone
and soil, sucking oxygen
as
the red wind consumes
my
paper skin
sparks
and flares, thousands
of
tiny lightning strikes move,
speed,
feed on the combustible
carrion
of my mind,
borne
on the red wind,
born
of the red wind
my
throat is dry parchment
my
forehead a fever of fire
raining,
uncontainable
This
poem is submitted for the Whatever the Weather prompt at dVerse
Poets. To see more submitted poems, please visit the site.
15 comments:
dang...fire can be vicious, consuming everything...scary as well as it is hard to contain once it gets out....nice internalization of this as well...def evokes feeling...
the red wind consumes
my paper skin...this is such an intense image..an out of control fire, no matter if a real or metaphorical one is def. a scary thing..
Glenn- this is such a wonderful metaphor...the fire raging through a body.
Tremendously descriptive and lyrical, Glynn!
Blessings!
This is exactly what I'm talking about....embodying the weather as emotion and feeling. Whilst on face value- this is or could be about someone watching a forest fire (very real and scary in the US at the moment)...it actually goes much deeper than that.....rage, lack of control.....felt this one for sure
I like the vivid capture of the fire, red wind consuming paper skin ~ Great write ~
the hot fires of summer... devastating to whom it consumes
burning and feeding on the dead body yet bringing life to the soul.
or possibly a fever out of control ...
The sort of red wind that is the stuff of nightmares - powerful
Holy Spirit. . .
Great poem. . . a lot to think about.
feed on the combustible
carrion of my mind,
This poem embraces us all....
frightening
Forest fires can be life threatening. It certainly presents an eerie pic!
Hank
these fiery words are
embers, still glowing, blown
away to burn more golden
streaks in another's
inner darkness
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