Friday 15 July 2022

On Fire

Our primal memories shimmer
with the red of the first fire,
our pride in making heat and light.

We sheltered it and worshipped it,
built our homes around the hearth,
carried it with us to new lands.

But awe became obsession
as we sought out hotter fire
and better tools for making heat and light.

Now endless burning forests
fill the air with clouds of smoke
and the cries of dying animals

hang in the orange skies.


Previously published in Green Ink Poetry Pyres edition


Soma @ said...

Beautiful. Living in California, wildfire is something I dread, but I also love making fire in the fireplace on a cold winter night.


Crafty Green Poet said...

Thanks Soma! Wildfires are terrifying, many countries in Europe are up in flames at the moment. But i also agree, a real fire on a cold winter's night is lovely