Attempting a poem a week. Maybe some other musings. Always a work in progress. Satisfaction not guaranteed.

Embers

i.
adolescent fascination with fire
secret notes turn to ash in glass bowls
curious, watching the smoke unfurl

hot crackling with the first inhale
lungs fill with defiance.
slowly release seductive plumes

sitting out class in the locker room shower
can of Aqua Net and a lighter
we weren’t bad girls, we were just girls

still wondering which parts of us will burn away,
what will cycle with celestial movements
or bury itself among our tangled roots

palm and flame in a delicate dance
how close, too close? recoil
from the sting, there is the answer

we weren’t bad girls, we were just girls
curious, watching the smoke unfurl

ii.
a spark 
drifting in from who knows where
ignites dry foliage

fanned by hot autumn winds
the inferno overtakes the landscape
reaches me unprepared

slight panic
save what’s most important
for god’s sake don’t add fuel to it

my inner teenager wants to watch it burn
feel the heat surround her body 
marvel at the power and beauty 

lessons learned from conflagrations past
they weren’t bad choices, they were just choices
but the stakes grow higher with the flames

the blaze contained for now,
embers wait to be doused by winter rain
or rekindled by a passing breeze

At the Station

I've Had a Few