Fire spreads, licking the
The delicate leaves
It spreads, hissing
Fumes and flames
Deadly and Toxic
For days on end
Nights that spread
A sweet smothering darkness
Soaked through in ember shadow
The fire grows and the sky, it darkens
As if of some higher volition
It sizzles to a stop.
First fire melts into feeble sparking
Almost too kindly
This too is evanesced.
Behind is left only the
The quiet ashes
The barren earth
And an emptiness that leers,
Peers faceless, noiseless, emotionless,
Hands spin somewhere in the distance
Yet that aisle of Death remains the same
Withered, ungrown, utterly unchanged
Chained to nothing
Bound to stay
Afraid for the return of flickering flame
And yet, that hand still is moving
And the fire remains away
Audacious, at last,
Some green shyly peeks up
As life is for the living
Soon the land becomes lush.
The green is so greener when it sprouts from the ash
Destruction makes beauty
Becomes a flowering sash
Once just a land torn by war and by flame
Now this gorgeous green dress is all to remain.
- Title: The Making of a Green Dress
- Artist: Skyraa
First impressions from titles often stand corrected don't they?
I want to leave this up to interpretation, but I'll just say that I love this poem. It's like my baby at the moment. The ending's been giving me some trouble though.... :( .....Please review! :)
- Date: 09/26/2010
- Tags: making green dress life death
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