Wednesday, July 21, 2010


The vermillion flames reflect on the water
More rapid than eagles they fly past as they consume
Without words they command attention
And devote seekers stare through the shimmering heat

They dance; of course
To their own rhythm
Red, yellow, orange, white flames
Wreathed in grey particles that obscure
Flashing skyward sparks escape
Igniting and purifying as they feast

All nature is mobile
Panic ensues
Direction is obscured; temporary blindness
Instinct rules as creatures flee the inferno
Finding refuge in the raging waters
A test of strength, salvation for the able

Clouds burst and rain falls
Hissing, whistling, smouldering
Smoke steals the air and lungs collapse
Black rivers flow and water extinguishes
Mother nature claims her own
And from the embers life is resurrected
Written in response to a prompt from Magpie Tales.