It’s not my fault, she implores as
she flings herself across the tinder
licking up the final drips of moisture,
crying over every molecule ignited by her rage as
her heart burns the land,
leaving a sepia stain on the sky.
I didn’t want to do this, she screams
as her fingers instinctively flick smoke across the sky;
I’m so sorry, she sobs
as she implores whatever drips she can
from heaven whilst
encouraging a frightened humanity to douse her fury.
At last, she cries, as heaven breaks open,
coming alongside it’s people,
her final flames dying to embers
her heart cooling as she hurriedly accepts
the rains from man’s hands
and slips away,
grieving yet again at being abused by those who will never understand.
2 responses to “Heat”
Wow – love this one, Miriam!! Very evocative word images.
Thanks Donna 🙂 I looked out the window and the view was sepia and the rest of the poem just followed from that simple moment.