The Fire

I presented a poem for the fire today

And tore it from the pages

So that it was merely instant

And not saved for the ages.

The flame embraced the paper

Like a lover’s lust filled hands

And the poem gave itself over

To the fire’s passionate demands.

Engulfed, the poem exploded

In a final moment of glory

As yellow and glowing red ingested

And turned to smoke the story.

Escaping through a red brick chimney

To freedom’s clear blue sky

The smoke sang the words in secret

Known only to the fire and I.

 

Copyright © 2017 Grant Fenton – All Rights Reserved

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