North Coast Bushfires Poem by Luke Davies

North Coast Bushfires

Rating: 3.0


Reverence. How the afternoon
comes down on you like that.
In a microsleep you can travel
hundreds of metres — into trees
and cars. I thought I would
just close my eyes. After that
it is all pretty random.
The universal joint, the bearing pins.

So I tried to focus on clouds.
They billowed just like anvils.
I smelled smoke long before the cops
closed off the highway.
On backroads the sunlight slanted
through dust and I pictured the roll
of the earth. The sky turned orange.
But everyone had the same idea.

At dusk a black soot filled
the valley where a lone tree stood.
It was like driving through fog, only
it burnt the throat. Then lightning
lit that tree which said, “I have
grown into a god.” And stray thoughts
were telling me how badly I needed
a motel. Because life is long.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Walterrean Salley 16 May 2012

Quite an experience. This is very touching. I wish there were no such thing as brushfires, but they are real. And they disrupts and destroy life, and terrify everyone. Just another headache for humans, animals, plants -ALL. Very well written with emotions convered. 10

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