I blaze.
My flames flicker,
without your bountiful rains.
My fires gutter,
without your waters to quench my thirst.
I look at the skies,
silent and empty.
I look around me,
but there's nothing to block my vision
of eternity.
I let go.
I rise to the heavens - a pillar of flame,
accusing,
I colour them with my rage and sorrow.
The world is a sickly red.
The ashes of grief,
strangle
all signs of remaining life.
I stalk the banks of your rivers,
looking for the flicker of your smile in my reflection.
I haunt the shores of your oceans,
listening for the echo of your laughter in the whisper of the waves.
My heart compresses.
My soul shrivels.
There is no longer a name,
for this angel of snuffed flame.
I cry these words
into the ether,
I shout them at the world
to need them never.
I BLAZE.
This piece is about loss. Loss that did not occur, thus its name, following a tradition that by speaking of bad luck, we can ward it off. This piece, as are them all, is dedicated to and inspired by @mamadini
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art and flair courtesy of @PegasusPhysics
Image source: Image by Francisco Negroni/ AgenciaUno/Associated Press.
© Guy Shalev 2018