EMBERS IN THE SKY - A POEM



As the tenebrous sky alights in the north

With its embers rampaging the desolate night,

I could see blisters erupt in the air

Akin to those tender under my flesh and hair.

 


Our silent wails emerged, looking for an answer

Who could have done what, here and over the yonder?

“It was me” - screeched the ashen pile of timber!

“No, it was me” bickered the cracked and healed decanter.

 


But can I not see the flickering butt end in a pound of foliar?

All glowing and forgotten after a moment of leisure,

Those cherry bombs and flower pots, hidden and deflated

Rejoicing the quiescence after a night of adventure.



As the hot wind blew, winning over fair and square 

With fiery danglers like tendrils in the air, 

Sparkling and swaying to their left and then to the right

Adding to the barren land’s incessant plight.

 


Whom shall I ask? How does it stop? 

There has to be someone on the top of it all

“Oh, poor souls, pardon us”, there came a squawk

It said - “we have erred; we are humans, after all”.

 

 

 


This is a part of  BlogchatterBlogHop for the prompt forest and fire.

#penbooksandscalpel

 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

THE LOVE LANGUAGE - A SHORT STORY

CHAPTER 4 - DISTANCE MATTERS

CHAPTER 1 - ALIZA AND AHMED