A Combustible Cold

iceberg melting

 

Cold as ice,

Heart frozen,

Arctic love’s betrayal.

Haunted by

All memories

Future tenderness must fail,

 

Till fire of passion

Burns.

Such flame!

Torch

To melt

Relieves the pain.

 

Drip by

Liquescent drip

Reveals,

Heart

Intact, complete,

So heals.

 

Ardour

May thaw

The frostiest heart,

With kiss of

Desire

Hurt departs.

 

Loving blaze,

Freely given,

Each flame,

Caresses,

Calls,

Combusts and claims.

 

Fire 3

 

 

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. The iceberg is free!)

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?