The Tragic Masterpeice - Poem by Simon Jackson
The tragic masterpiece lies here
Where better things once flourished.
Fuelled by bitter envy and
Jealousy of old and new fires
Which glow in front of the damp cold,
Ashes of a raging fire.
A single spark is all it took
To set off the kindling of the
Stone encircled pit.
The fuel was primed and ready
And all it took was the misfire of that passing spark.
Like a phoenix, spread it's wings
And licked the sky with its fiery tongue,
A flare for the world to see it's
Unbridled passion and devotion
Soon uncontrolled, it burnt and resisted
All attempts to extinguish, taking with it a once mighty forest.
Then the dark spring rains fell down,
And killed the once great bird
That flew so freely and haphazardly.
Its final breath, a sad cry unlike it's great birth,
From that accidental spark,
Which had caused the rains to fall.
And in the distance that spark
Has struck another fiery pit,
But it does not pass by this time.
It stays and dances with its fiery companion
With no destruction, it fuels
The phoenix, burning like a star in the night.
But the summer has now arrivèd
And the fiery grey ashes are washed away
Leaving silhouettes where once great trees stood.
Yet when all hope and life seemed drained
From the cold and desolate place, a green sprout emerged
From the charred earth, breathing new life into the scenery.
The tiny spark was in the distance
Frolicking in new found glory after its accidental
Blaze elsewhere, yet plants and flowers now bloom
In what was a seemingly dead place.
New hope is born, its beauty in flowers,
And the cycle kicks in.
The tragic masterpiece emerges from the smoke,
Breathes a sigh of fresh beginnings and
Tries once again for a forest that can bear
Mighty trees once again.
Whilst secretly it's spirit longs for the passing of
Another impetus to breathe life into the phoenix which once was.
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