Ashes And Fumes Poem by David Beckham

From a chemist's perspective - The smell of brimstone fills the air After the bit of phosphorus lit it there First a flash of light to be seen Then a curling trail of acrid plume. A spark of fire is discovered Which soon consumes the wood (or paper) covered And grows and grows until There is no more organic to be still. Then as before, The trace of residues are no more And all that remains (and very quick) Is the ash of the carbon stick s

I like you visuals I can picture it as I read. Spark and flame leads to ashes nice write.

And that little bit of spark grows to a fire... if we protect the flame and feed with fuel least the flame die of starvation or errant wind blow out the flame or water rain wash out the flame

‘Of that few seconds of two soulful peak excitement’ ~ When the upsurge is steeped down only mutely rapture to be relished…savored…Mr. David you’ve juggled emotion symbolically …brightly burning/or burningly bright lol… thanks for sharing Regards Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10