Setting Fires
burning poems
in
broad daylight
short skirt
matchstick grasses
set
to ignite
grasshoppers, songbirds, honey bees
play their sounds
in the westerlies
burning poems
in
broad daylight
toy soldiers
fire crackered
burnt
dirt spurts
poppies, weed seeds, sweet peas
in the westerlies
burning poems
in
broad daylight
worded paper
set alight
thrills, chills, hills
in the westerlies
blackened
before night
I very much like the rhythm, rhyme and refrain here. Would like to hear this read outloud and/or set to music. (I know an accordion player I can recommend ;)
ReplyDeleteYeah Daniel...I was hearing it too...Let's make it our next song...I will start tinkering.."Burning Poems in Daylight" hear it comes ... Quite a story behind this one- J
DeleteIf you feel called, I'd enjoy hearing the intro story to this before you read this one, maybe in Portland (?), and I'd love to hear it with the naked voice and then also as a poem set to music or as a song...
DeleteI love the cadence, as imagined, and the spaces between, the lightness that comes in the perceived gesture/act of burning poems.
I love the 'short skirt' line and these:
blackened
before night