Fire. (Come To Your Senses) Poem by Jill Shah

(This is partially in memorium to the many people who have died, either intentionally or on accident, by a fire recently)

Let the paintbrush of fire illustrate my life.
Bring the dripping heat down to my body.
Orange flames will lick golden skin.
Cleansing, purifying, sterilizing.
Rid me of all my impurities.
Make me feel.

And let the sting of heat
Bring life to my deadened taste buds.
Cause spice, add zest.
Make my bowl spill over with explosions of flavor.
Stop the tired diner from taking another bland bite.
Give me taste.

And let the flashing mixtures
Of orange, red, yellow and white
Blind me into seeing,
Finally, with the truest of light.
Shock my eyes awake.
Let me see.

And let the sharp scent of sulfur.
Waft up to my nose and whet the olfactory nerves,
Making them fill my mind with
Images of volcanoes, forest fires
Majestic, furious, free nature.
Force smells upon me.

But don't let me hear
Screams
Or
The sound of roaring fires and sizzling skin.
Silence is golden. Magical.
Stop the noise.