The Flame

                 THE FLAME

           PROLOGUE

The Flame, aflicker, licks and flays,

illuming evening’s negligees

With braided curls she swirls and sways,

and flits and floats in light ballets

           APOLOGUE

A Flame, to conquer creeping fog,

flew dancing towards a random log

Her flight perplexed a leery frog

beside a silent somber bog

The Flame, a ripple, all alone

alit on leaves where birds had flown

The aching twigs began to moan

A rising breeze began to groan

The Flame arrayed an ancient oak 

with torrid tongues and veils of smoke

A beaver bailed, the dam had broke

The leery frog soon ceased to croak

The Flame uncoiled and lashed midair,

consuming crowns with utmost care

A crazed coyote fled her lair,

left in the lurch bewildered bear

The Flame, unfurled, went wild and grew,

enkindled cats and caribou

Remaining... not a residue,

as reeking vapors bade adieu

The Flame revealed her strength unshackled

Flora, fauna crisped and crackled

Fire Witches clucked and cackled

One more forest stripped, then hackled

           EPILOGUE

The arsonists were well aware

the Flame would travel everywhere

The weirs are gone, the land is bare,

and soon you’ll find a city there

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A honest ending to a sad poem.
"The arsonists were well aware
the Flame would travel everywhere...
The weirs are gone, the land is bare,
and soon you’ll find a city there"
The fire to built new cities overtake the need to leave nature in peace. Powerful and good words and thoughts shared. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Terry O'Leary]

Thank you, Coyote...
Yes... a sad ending to an honest poem... ;-)
Terry

[Coyote Poetry]

It was and you are welcome.