The Fired Town

Glittering, flashing, darting flares,

They bounce up and down the summer fields,

A midnight sight when the sun is absent,

Their whole village felt a warmth over-abundant,

Rushed, it razed through the paper walls,

Tearing down people, to and fro

But there was no cry.

The swamp of red, orange and yellow,

It becomes another shooting star

Drifted away, only after a disaster,

But this one, caused it.

And still, people prayed to said star unknowingly

And so one's heart beats desperately

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful imagery. Vivid and alive.

[Stu. T.H.]

Thank you for your visit, author Thomas W Case. I wish you a nice day.