D's Thoughts on things
January 30, 2018
Phoenix Rising

Grey dust stirs

as her feet leave

fiery prints

in a well scorched earth;

weed and orchid

insect and bird

frozen in their last

terrified gasp,


they crumble

before her stare.

Behind her:

the world is

sucked dry

In front:

a glare

a crimson death.


caged, bleeding,

a redbreast,

fluttering frantically,

balance thrown

by a broken wing

pierced by

a poisoned

iron tip

Her song

 is taken,in its place

a shrill wail


unwary ears.

She,once burned,
rises to sear

a stale, flat

and wicked


(c) 5/10/2009