26.10: Where Old Fire Comes From

brick house in a field of wild flowers. AI digital art (c) Misky

The Time is One Minute after Two in the Afternoon, and

I am in the midst of a dead
calm. Not quite dead, yet
wild. Alive
as fire. I

wonder where old fire comes from.
That pluck and warmth.
And these tall green grassy
patches, here, and

there, and dashes of red-tiled
days, and this sky –
it dares blue eyes
and broad shoulders
to return its stare.


Poem and AI digital art ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter

4 responses to “26.10: Where Old Fire Comes From”

  1. Old fire… And a sky daring one to stare.
    Enjoyable read. A question withoug answers to spark imagination.
    Lovely image.

    Like

    1. Thanks so much, Jules.

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