a wick
a lamp of oil
sweet sulphur
in dusky air

a flame matched
to a bale of straw
ignites a fire
that licks its chops
hungry for blood
filled with desire
to live
not die into powerless smoke
that is feeble and useless

the fire
swallows-up life
its orange-red sharp finger-
nails plunging into green
then running wild
no time to breathe…

a wild sunrise
on a hillside
dancing into eternity

©January 2011 by Phyllis J. Hanniver

Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.


About pjh95811

I am a writer and poet living in California. I love cats, dogs, nature, poetry, spirituality and the Pacific Ocean.
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