No more than an ember
Sputtering and weak
Muse wafted by my ashen bed
Light shone upon me
Utterances issued forth
Crackling, rekindling cold black coals
The miracle of speech
Healed by the human throat
A panoply of notes
Wrapping me in heat
Spark lit, ignition go
π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯
Flames dance to life
Escaping my sphere of control
Leaping from dry, cracked
Blades of deadened grass
To a stump of sun-parched
Splintered cottonwood
Leaving every surface
Charred and black
Past mistakes fuel my growth
Bounding across gaps to
Caress rafters hanging
Just above my head
Making contact and grasping hold
Letting my talons sink deep
Searing bark and heart with boldness
π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯
Devouring every place where
Secrets reside
Gives me strength and glowing pride
Swelling my shimmering phoenix breast
Full immolation shall be the test
Is my renewal complete?
Will I burn out to ash
In a crumbling heap?
π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯
My reality grows to enormous size
Engulfing all within my eyeline
The flight I've undertaken
Inspires trembling awe
And a hasty retreat from all
Who lay in the path of my
Randomly firing memory and
Vengeful piercing call
I will not alight once again
On a being or branch
Unless it is one who incurs
My plasmic seething wrath
π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯
I am the Phoenix
Born anew
My flight shall cease
When fuel is spent and
All are slew
Renewal, my only name
The spirit of reprising flame
π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯
Catch my wingtip if you dare
Ride the majestic wind that flares
Going down in brilliant flame
Many prior chose the same
The glorious fate of a billowing blaze
I was one to heed the call
I leaped upon a fireball
Now I fly to heavenβs door
π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯
Transformed to flesh of constant flame
The answer here is scorchingly plain
The phoenix will transmute your fear
Eat it up in a burning zeal
Reform your soul, take hold of fate
Mind and heart conflagrate
π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯
Surrender yourself to the muse
Find your phoenix, ne're refuse
Relive your life starting today
Ignite in despair or desire, fan the flames
Trade your fragile layer of
Flame-baked clay
For forward motion
On wings of incineration
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
Keep reading
More stories from K.B. Silver and writers in Poets and other communities.
CH~8 Arena Bound
Francine was surprised to find everyone milling about and eating in the kitchen, not the dining room. No one turned to look; Azure acknowledged her, waving her over behind her back. A tall man with thick black hair, sparkling green eyes, and a relaxed countenance wearing a Military uniform stood with Azure. Cinnamon eyed him while Cleo eyed the plate of sandwiches he was lazily guarding.
By K.B. Silver Exclusive β’ 3 months ago
Comments (1)
Wow, what a powerful journey! I love how you trace the transformation from that fragile ember all the way to full phoenix flight.