The summer field on fire
All this started from a cigarette butt
The summer field on fire
It was nothing but a cigarette butt
tossed careless into summer grass
a spark that curled in silence
then caught the wind too fast
The field turned black with hunger
smoke rose against the sky
birds fled with injured wings
and the soil began to die
Men came with heavy faces
their hands and clothes all ash
hoses singing endless streams
against the furious crash
Two days they fought in circles
their bodies worn and sore
the fire laughed and lingered
always asking more
The ground was left in silence
a graveyard where wheat had grown
charred stalks bending inward
like crosses made of bone
The air still smelled of sorrow
long after flames had gone
a memory laid in smoke and dust
where green had once lived on
All from a single ember
that someone did not see
a careless hand in summer
that burned, what seemed forever.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
Very nice, Maire. I really liked these lines: "the fire laughed and lingered always asking more' Flames in the fire do look like they are laughing.
Way to sad and especially if it was a 'butt' that started it all but give it a few months and the grass will be back stronger. Good sharing.