D's Thoughts on things
January 30, 2018
Phoenix Rising
Grey dust stirs
as her feet leave
fiery prints
in a well scorched earth;
weed and orchid
insect and bird
frozen in their last
terrified gasp,
ashen,
they crumble
before her stare.
Behind her:
the world is
sucked dry
In front:
a glare
a crimson death.
Inside:
caged, bleeding,
a redbreast,
fluttering frantically,
balance thrown
by a broken wing
pierced by
a poisoned
iron tip
Her song
 is taken,in its place
a shrill wail
shatters
unwary ears.
She,once burned,
rises to sear
a stale, flat
and wicked
Earth.
(c) 5/10/2009
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