Cataclysm at Morgan's Pass
the flaw in my logic
won't let me see past the
embers of a slowly dwindling campfire
they snap and scamper
into the night like miniature barbarians
prancing in ritualistic caper
waves of sweetly scented smoke
incite a trembling in my core
chipping away the burden of fear
ten thousand sharp and glistening
tentacles of white pierce the blackness
and hew my path into the infinite
my shallow breaths placated
I smile down upon the
abandoned shell... drifting slightly askew
into a province of stardust
I bolt headlong
giving chase to the savage fire dancers
Copyright 2017 Tina Jordan, All Rights Reserved
Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash
That's beautiful and you found the perfect picture to complement it.
Thanks so much @debralee :)
great post, tinajordan as usual!
Thank you kindly :)
Love it! Been a while since I have read such intreaguing poetry!
Why thank you! :)
a beautiful series of visual images depicting the pursuit of the passion of dreams...even into the beyond. Love the artistry as always and the well-chosen photo, Tina.
Thanks John :) Often it's harder to find a photo that fits than it is to write the piece :D
Reminds me of bonfires on the beach :) Oh my forgotten youth! Lovely poem but a bit scary :)
Oh, indeed.. the days of old. The scary vibe from this piece stems from her death, although she finds within it a new freedom... Thank you <3
Makes me want to be at the fire's edge. <3
<3 Thank you <3
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