Fire
a r~a~g~i~n~g beast that r~o~a~r~e~d loud through dry grasslands
e~m~b~l~a~z~o~n~e~d just like sunlight rays in forested ~s~e~a~s~
a glowing friend who radiates love's embrace
a relentless enemy that rides on a wild horse
a beacon of hope that beams brilliant stories
for darkness to gleam and for b.r.i.g.h.t.n.e.s.s to awaken
a fierce warrior who pierces the dark night unscathed
yet still consumes the trees whole
in its vastness, water bows
the golden orange-red glove worn by darkness
when sojourning through a borderless furnace
yet b~u~r~n~i~n~g—like blue b.l.a.z.e.s
it still cooks the meals
that kitchens conjure
and still b~u~r~n~s grubs to a-s-h-e-s
when eyes s~l~e~e~p and noses go on vacation
we kneel for it to conflagrate better as a friend
than to stir with eyes as s.c.a.r.y as being trapped in a dark tunnel—
but in life's sojourn,
we can't but still welcome its f.i.e.r.y flavors...
Copyright © Maclawrence Famuyiwa | Year Posted 2025
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