Summer’s Latest Fire

The sky painted with a silence
you could almost name,
but the sun mutes any kind
of diminutive song,
a light sifts through the leaves
cradled into dust
with the buildings and glass
and the possessions
shaping small histories,
now all reconfigured
into a flattened mass,
strange, frail particulate
quivering as your eye begins.


Written for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt, and FOWC with Fandango.

Ghosts Marked Across Stone

I remember the day
when I saw the snake
encaged with flame.
Frightened teeth
jabbing at the dying
air, but the fire swelled
until the sky slid
from the snake’s eye.
Now the fire, quietly
huddled in another’s
valley, has left us,
curled-up shadows
removed from its being,
to where dust reawakens
and delegates renewal.


Written for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt.