Wildfire
~ As embers cast their seedlings to the tide,
relentless rants of endless acrid winds
attenuate the brittle countryside,
releasing spite, as hopelessness descends.
Scorching plumes infuse a septic, swirling,
noxious residue into the feral
timberlands, unleashing toxic, whirling
clouds of grimace, rendering them sterile.
The Devil's rage holds taut the torrid brush
that strokes the bramble sage with streaks of fire,
salvation chokes upon this lethal blush
as Hell provokes the cinders of its pyre.
The searing wrath leaves silence in its stride
as embers cast their seedlings to the tide.
Contest Host: Mark Toney
Marathon Poetry Contest
Date Written 5-15-22
Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2022
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