In Flames
Gather round!
Gather round
the hearth
it’s a cosy place
if the fire is burning
and we’ll keep it burning
never fear
the flames.
Gather round
to watch them flaring
back to life
leaping
and lapping
from the once cooling embers,
watch the shapes and shades
flickering
dancing
alight
alive,
a living fire.
Gather round,
gather round!
We’ll keep it burning
the home fire
watch
closely
let yourself
be hypnotised
bewitched
be mesmerised
by the flickering flames,
waving and dancing.
Listen to them
as they crackle
and scream
as a living fire must.
Gather round,
never fear
the cold
we’ll keep it burning
the home fire
screaming
crackling
dancing
flaming
living
aflame
with new life.
Gather round.
First published in New Reader Magazine, Keeper Of Fire Issue, 2019
Ablaze
The horizon is blazing like a sunset
and the sea is no place for a horse.
But there’s no land left for a horse
and the earth is sinking now
following the sunken sun.
Soon even the sea will burn,
even the horse will burn.
Soon everything will burn.
The end.
First published in Medusa’s Kitchen Ekphrastic Challenge, October 19 2024
Brides of Fire
Who will be the chosen one,
the one to join the virgins
wedded to the fire
the one to keep it burning
until the new prince comes.
Who will wait for him
to put it out
remodel it
then rekindle it
as the new era begins.
A new fire for new times.
What will become of us then.
First published in Free Verse Revolution, Issue 3 ‘Hestia’, September 2021
Burning Up
The sun has risen
and it’s burning,
burning up
everything.
And I’m raising my arms
to worship
or plead.
Not sure which.
Praise or prayer,
perhaps they’re the same.
That’s my thought
for the day.
Quite profound,
I think,
for the day when I’m sure
I’ll be going home.
What do you think?
Are we of the same mind?
Great minds thinking alike again.
Come, it’s time
to go.
Hold my hand.
First published in I Become the Beast, Spring 2023
Fire
The fire has spread
from the mountain
to the shore,
from the cities
to the ruins of cities
burning
burning
burning
and it will catch you,
however far you run,
however fast you run
away
Death is running faster.
Soon only the dead
can stay.
Now even the sea is flaming
as oil burns in the water
burning
burning
burning
and however fast you sail,
however far you row
away
Death is moving faster.
Soon only the dead
will stay.
First published in Gorko Gazette, December 2024
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She has been nominated for Pushcarts, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award.
https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/
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