Inferno Poem by Matt Mooney

The wild creatures of the bogland,
At midnight time of gentle sleep,
All curled up in their slumbers
In furze bush and rush and reed
Had to flee in frightened flurry
From a sudden racing raging fire.

Each furze in turn first crackled
Then it blazed high into the sky,
Lifting off the cloak of darkness
Where I look down from the hill,
Overflowing shining light on me.

Our songbirds sleeping silenced
And the magic of that cuckoo's call
I heard I'll hear no more I fear.

Blue lights flash and sirens wail
On winding roads to this inferno.

Tonight our backroom bedroom
Is lit by burning bogland light
But tomorrow no furze in bloom
For me; only burnt black I'll see.