Saturday, July 7, 2012

Red Wind



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:

Brian Miller said...

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...

Claudia said...

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..

Laurie Kolp said...

Glenn- this is such a wonderful metaphor...the fire raging through a body.

Martha Jane Orlando said...

Tremendously descriptive and lyrical, Glynn!
Blessings!

Anonymous said...

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

Scarlet said...

I like the vivid capture of the fire, red wind consuming paper skin ~ Great write ~

Wolfsrosebud said...

the hot fires of summer... devastating to whom it consumes

Anonymous said...

burning and feeding on the dead body yet bringing life to the soul.

S. Etole said...

or possibly a fever out of control ...

Anonymous said...

The sort of red wind that is the stuff of nightmares - powerful

Robbie Pruitt said...

Holy Spirit. . .

Great poem. . . a lot to think about.

Margaret said...

feed on the combustible
carrion of my mind,

This poem embraces us all....

lucychili said...

frightening

kaykuala said...

Forest fires can be life threatening. It certainly presents an eerie pic!

Hank

Anonymous said...

these fiery words are
embers, still glowing, blown
away to burn more golden
streaks in another's
inner darkness