Back to surviving the devil – a song of fire
Poem #2 from the ‘Surviving the Devil’ collection (unpublished)
well
as you know
I’ve been fighting fires
for over thirty-five years now
but I’ve never seen them
behave like that before
see
we’re in the middle of a big paddock
and out of nothing
comes a shimmering pillar
of flame
twirling around itself
like a fiery tornado
it skipped across the paddock
hardly bothering to touch down
except that wherever it went
sort of erupted in red
and started running in all directions
out from the centre
was mesmerizing
and it would have been a marvel
just to sit back and watch
if the twisty hot bastard wasn’t dancing it’s way
right around behind us
© Frank Prem 2010
To Poem #3: of Strangers
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Beautiful, beautiful👏
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Thank you. It is a harrowing set of stories, but worth the telling, I think.
Cheers,
Frank
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A nice personification of fire or more as a frolicking horse, I could see it. And the black side of the ashes is the huge danger and horror it brings to those hot spots in your country and elsewhere. I enjoyed that.
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Thanks Anita. This was a tale told to me by a work colleague member of our Volunteer Fire Brigade who was out battling the blaze. He said it frightened them out of their wits on the day.
Bad times with the proliferation of forest fires all around the world now.
Thaks for your comment.
Cheers,
Frank
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Indeed.
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the mesmerizing dance of the red hot devil wielding a poker or perhaps, more aptly, cat o nine tails …. these are indeed words and stories worthy telling and sharing ….
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Thanks Wildchild. It’s my pleasure to share them.
Cheers,
Frank
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