Yield Not, But Know

Ash - grey chemised she shifts her shape as silver flakes float coat stripped naked places, sheath curves and angled spaces Angry glitter tingle stings thick earth skin with prickly flames and rumble rise regurgitates shimmy - shake shudders in magma's deep thrombosis. Her feather boa plume tightens hot cloud chokehold, acrid smoke flung up in air without a care, heat exhumes her arrival, announced fiery flounce - Hot air blast flicks ash everywhere Grande dame, her vital force runs hot, and bold, red and gold- full blooded flow, feisty fight to escape fate, inner pulses push a violent urge to bleed and drape red lava's cape across green fields, human habitations Unplacated, rising up, proud impairment anger virulent, out of hellbent immolation via pyramidal vent. She lifts her tiara, red ruby globs, hurls evidence in defense - great blobs of royal reign - no abdication! Throaty roars rend intonation into screeching supplications - She knows full well, soon enough, her phoenix fate infarction Too late for earth's burst heart High drama is a living, dying art Impassioned pleas too late for some, Earth's burnout buries victims in her wake High on an island hill, the boy lay crushed, and still on temple altar, throat cut, bled out Hurried offering, did not appease, nor bring softening release for angry, ancient mountain Head caved in by falling blocks of measured, square cut stone, the priest grovelled on his knees Gravel filled their mouths, no space for pleas No one heard half- whispered final groans And Earth, once she settled down, murmured not another sound Posted 17/08/2018.