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