Sacred Pylon Poem by Richard Provencher

Sacred Pylon



I see sunset in a spire of flames
one sacred pylon
as a rigid silhouette amongst
eruptions that cause the sky such pain -
forest-kingdom assailed
from a storm
of fire without boundaries

its glitter moving in sparkles
carried by the rush of August winds
a dry crackling
racing to keep pace
shuffling smoke and trees
in the scent of charred wood side.

Saturday, September 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: fire
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Any large forest fire is devastating, and can cause untold damages to our forest, as well as country homes. This poem is an acknowledgement of that impact on our natural resources.
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