Elemental Series: Fire
This rainbow of color, this flame
of blue and orange and red,
its black fingers curling
into the night sky, beckoning.
Step too close and the furnace
opens, the hairs above your wrist
lifting in surety of their own demise,
every breath the charcoal scent
of dying wood and the slow burn
that heats the belly.
Yet, rising Phoenix-like out of ashes
upon ashes from lightning hits,
ciggies tossed, the purposeful strike
of an arsonist’s match, this flame
coaxes new breath from what lies
burnt and broken, feeds the grasses
that will reach through blackness
towards the light, fire and earth
seeking, desperately seeking,
the balance the planet, which moves
to its own rhythm, demands.
Ramona Levacy
April 22, 2013
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