Smouldering

In this smoke so dense and thick with grey I sense a smouldering so infinitely in array Churning and churning in this maguier of fire I see what anger the very earth can sire What angst is in this smoulering I cannot say However this fury I must avoid come what may Heartbrak and thunder rule in fervor I wait for dispersion this dense grover Silently I watch with eyes amazed Surreptitiously I walk ever so dazed This is heat this burning growth Alas this is burning smoke I look down at my hand to see the match That started this globe of smoulder maguier - conglomeration (my poetic licence) grover - smoke filled place (poetic licence)