You said you smelt smoke
on Saturday night.
A wildfire burning
not an uncommon affair
for this time of year.
For the air is arid yellow,
sage brushes smudging
sins of a working world.
You did not step outside,
feel the westerly winds
carrying feathered flames.
This smothered darkness
each night relieved of duty
by dawn's bright arrival.
Seek out the night lights,
follow a fae firefly path,
lift your eyes to sun rise.
See your own reflection
in this beautiful burning.
on Saturday night.
A wildfire burning
not an uncommon affair
for this time of year.
For the air is arid yellow,
sage brushes smudging
sins of a working world.
You did not step outside,
feel the westerly winds
carrying feathered flames.
This smothered darkness
each night relieved of duty
by dawn's bright arrival.
Seek out the night lights,
follow a fae firefly path,
lift your eyes to sun rise.
See your own reflection
in this beautiful burning.
Linnet Phoenix is a poet who currently resides in North Somerset, England. She has been writing poetry for years. Her work has previously been published in Heroin Love Songs, Punk Noir Magazine, ImpSpired Magazine and others. With poems in the upcoming Spring 2021 edition of Poetica Review. She also enjoys horse-riding in rainstorms.
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