The Flash Poem by Valerie O'Rourke Kitts

The Flash

Rating: 3.5


Pale reed writhing
As if in ecstacy or pain,
Once kissed by the wind
And caressed by the rain,
What of your mud-soaked foot
Now dancing in the flame?
Nothing, save the soot;
Not a thing remains.

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Valerie O'Rourke Kitts

Valerie O'Rourke Kitts

Washington Grove, Maryland, USA
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