Resist the urge to sleep your days away,
Though winter nights creep and steal the light.
Rather yet, snuggle in for tales by fireside,
Where flaming fantasies ignite.
Let leaping flares fuel imagination,
Transfixed by interlacing dance, coiling all around
Like lovers arms and legs entwined in burning glow,
Glazing eyes, as wonders therein abound.
In dragon’s burning breath
There rages fire,
Bent on earth destruction
It does not tire, of
Burning up all sources
Known for fuel.
Emptiness and barrenness,
To leave a path of chaos
In its wake,
To their very core.
Nought for evermore.
Disclaimer! (These photos are the copyright of others’ but unknown to me. Some are from national newspapers and others from private individuals. I will gladly allocate credit if claimed.)
With thanks to Mark’s Gallery for these pictures he posted, depicting bush fires currently rampant in Australia. He kindly obliged with photos of Fire after I had joked that I was going to write poems working my way through all the elements, having done some on Air and Water. These pictures, although of actual events, elicited in me an entirely different sort of response. My apologies if some of them are depressing! But some of them are loving and sensual. So a good balance I would say, eh?