A fierce dawn rises in the east,
Though the sun itself is setting.
Billowing clouds, black above
But brilliant beneath
Pour across the fields and lift
Into the limitless prairie sky.
The roaring sound of death, a furnace wind
Sweeps across the plain,
Leaving behind it nothing
But birth in the dark, scorched earth.
New life rising from the ashes,
Forced into existence by the flames.
16 comments:
An awesome event, if deadly.
yes.. agreed with Anthony.. and u did a seamless joining of the two prompts. well done! :)
Your photo and poem describe the destructive force of wild fire. I hope never to see one. While destructive, they do renew the prairie. Nicely written.
It is a life--and a powerful one at that.
Oh my...very powerful description...loved it:)
Powerful - creative use of the prompt - stunning photo.
wow, powerful imagery, and stunning photo. Must have been amazing to see in person, although in australia, if you see a fire that big up close, you usually just turn and run! hehe
thanks for the comment by the way; I'm really glad that you found it interesting and informative. thanks so much for taking the time to read it; I know its quite a long one.
Awesome images and very powerful. Great write.....
Melanie
powerful piece, amazing art with your words too.
excellent take on the prompt and so very timely!
New life rising from the ashes,
Forced into existence by the flames.
Hi Carina.. these lines are so true..visit my page to know why I say this..
The imagery moves well here. Great job.
Absolutely thrilling to read!
http://americanising-desi.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-births-after-being-born.html
This one's close to the heart. I'm a prairie boy. Very nice.
I really like this one. Marty Robbins has a song about a prarie fire. This is the only other treatment of this event that I know of. Your's is decidely more poetic.
Hey! Get back to writing! I miss reading your stuff.
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