Lin Lane Poet Free verse

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On the Whim of the Wind

No rooster crowed the tenebrous morning
I woke to somber skies aflame.
As dawn rose across a crimson horizon,
a firestorm blazed from a golden core
and scarlet lava flowed above the plains.

Charred, were black mordant clouds.
Menancingly, they swept over my barn.
A rubicund threat; a hazard to the earth,
an inferno; a warning of ill-fated death.

Terror filled me as fire encroached,
knowing I would become a torch, 
kindled when scorching embers approached
to ignite me, rendering a fight for life futile.
Laughter heard as I became ribbons of smoke.

Soon, my ashes would be airborne,
and all that would remain of me would be
carried on the whim of the wayward wind.

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John Lawless May 2, 2023 at 3:47 PM the final tercet....and the crescendo of the final line....Beautifully done, Lin Lane May 2, 2023 at 3:55 PM Thank you very much, John. Knowing your writing talent, that's high praise.

J. I. Thomas F. May 2, 2023 at 3:46 PM Nice write! I learned a new word (mordant). Just curious - why do people call me Flo? I'm still confused :) Lin Lane May 2, 2023 at 3:53 PM I don't know... a case of follow the leader? Your name, even with the initials is very similar to another poet on site. I'm sorry. Thanks for the kind comments though.

Daniel Turner May 2, 2023 at 6:46 AM I really like this dark poem and I like the idea of being blown away at the whim of a wayward wind. Very nice penning, Lin. Lin Lane May 2, 2023 at 6:49 AM It's a titch out of the norm for me, but I would prefer my ashes to be carried on the wind over being interred in the ground. Thanks a lot, Danny.

Peter Rees May 2, 2023 at 5:01 AM A bit grim , but clearly the fate of many past souls with ashes carried away on the wind. Well written and thoughtful, but you’ve put me right off my bbq lunch. Lin Lane May 2, 2023 at 5:09 AM Aye, Peter. The sense of gloom and doom were overwhelming to me. Thanks for the great comments, and about your lunch? I'm sorry. ;-)

Tom Cunningham May 2, 2023 at 5:00 AM Love your interpretation of the painting Lin, I felt a sense of forboding reading this. Tom Lin Lane May 2, 2023 at 5:08 AM Thank you, Tom. The painting affected me in the same way. I looked at it for a moment and many of the thoughts in this write took root. I felt defeated when I realized there was no way to escape the inevitable ending.