When Water and Fire Collide
Tongues knoted in Silence, Silence Preside
Mercury Dulled Lovers Communication
Muddled Messages, Interactions Barely There
No Interest, No Warmth, No Feelings Shared
Creating Distractions to Minimized Relations
I am Here for Me, You're Here for You Situations
Eager to Strike a Match to Extinquish A Red Candle
Retrograde Realiazation, She's too Much to Handle
Afterall,
She Walked Through the Fire Furnaced Air
With A Honey Pot Filled With Ale From the Fountain
of The Dragon's Lair
She Saw Her Reflection In Mercury's Silvery Mirror
Emotionally Volatile, Diamond purifed of a Coal Cluster
So Now,
Under the Influence Of Miscommunication
Visible Lines were Blurred, Heated Moments
Dulled by Confusion, Desiring Isolation
In the End,
She Choose to Surf the Mercurial Anti Clockwise Wave
She Intelligently Flowed With the Current
Blatantly Refusing to Be Mercury's Warded Slave.
Categories:
furnaced, planet,
Form: Free verse
But with her love, the flame is wrath-furnaced,
dissolves like ice cubes in blazing sunlight.
Then classic symphonies are syncronized
as a phoenix sets its last spiraled flight
that corkscrews the singing stars...mezermised
when bluebirds are reborn with flames in sight
Date 25/5/2019
Title 1 Forged by fire
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
Categories:
furnaced, nature,
Form: Verse
Sit unflinching in a slumbered pose
each exhaled breath like a moor's mist,
a rhythmic pulse like a metronome
on the thin temples throb
like a snare drum's distant beat
but closer...much closer.
Yet watch the candle flame's heat,
curving and caressing the air
like a finch's cadmium wings
morphing in shadow
beating silently at midnight's
last cloaking at day's close,
Is it a temptation
reflections of loss
like a moth who is inveigled
into the fatal scorching flames,
slowly seduced by beauty's fantasy
whose warmth bathes our aching limbs.
As time slows to tacky treacle,
oozing minutes into hours
when the fire freezes the moment.
But with love,
the flame is wrath-furnaced,
dissolves like ice cubes.
Then symphonies are syncronised
as a phoenix sets its spiralled flight
that corkscrews the singing stars... regenerated.
Categories:
furnaced, allusion,
Form: Free verse
Grenfell tower
ruptures the horizon,
London's skyline is scarred
like a blackened diplodocus
or a charred monument
for a laconic London bridge
still burning
But look,
linen wraps its iron-bones
mumifying the city's underclass-
an icon for future generations
oppressively,
grief hauls a heavy granite cross
as sharp rocks splinter shins
then whips wheeze
winnowing breath
ascending a modern Golgotha,
who unleashed this hydra 's fury
whose black breath incinerates
the once laughter of our kindred?
As family once sung at Christmas,
they now hear
the endless screech of sirens,
the contagious roar of conflagration.
Is London another Guernica?
trodden by apocalyptic steads
with mothers cradling dead infants,
rocking their limp limbs
in a deep dirge to red-fired skies,
furnaced by council fascists
as politically the city is fractured.
An emerging phoenix will sprout,
magenta winged against black,
from this burning pyre, a reincarnation.
a rebranded London is reborn
perused by the London Eye
ever vigilant but now blindfolded
observing justice for the unheard
and voiceless minority
as a terrible beauty is spawned
Categories:
furnaced, social,
Form: Free verse
Strike like a hammer to the furnaced rod,
emmited sparks of incessant lust
With tempest storm against the rocks
purged deep within the flesh,
for nothing else requites
with such deep pleasure
With focussed beam projected
like a light house seeking souls.
Avoiding all else but that one aim
of gratified, repugnant pleasure
The hawk its quarry,
the bow its arrow.
This guilty sin, its spur
like a rod to lightening
Yet the truth shall find its bubble
and set my building straight.
The heat shall be over, spent at last,
as night falls on another day
Categories:
furnaced, anger,
Form: Free verse
Bright faces shining as the sun it is good in light of the cold we awaite the hour grave dark blackness as in the past withstood the truth and the way but love is a fire consuming the night for it will transpire works by faith awaken from death to life poor widow's candle to salvation's wife like the hebrew three blown and furnaced and Isacc bound under Abraham's knife sacrifice the Lamb of God furnished
Categories:
furnaced, death, faith, life, love,
Form: Dizain