Hi Ryfkah,
There's a great skill in keeping things simple! The details convince (I
really hope I don't dream tonight about a cougar's ruby eyes!). Each
statement in this poem speaks for itself yet the sum is greater than the
parts.
Thanks for the read.
Bob
PS I've got a Haitink recording of The Magic Flute... the thought of this
music and the fearfullness you describe around the house is both bizarre and
unforgetable! It makes me want to think all the more about what I've read!
>From: Ryfkah * <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: New poem: Ashes to Ashes
>Date: Sat, 20 Jul 2002 14:32:38 EDT
>
>Ashes to Ashes
>
>Ashes slough off as water drips from nozzle
>Fire devours hill after hill Panicked horses shriek
>Coyotes wail in the moonless night
>Sparks spew on rooftop Garden hose plays god
>
>Our dog Phoenix ran when the sky moltened
>He hightailed through the cypress grove
>down the canyon away from the blaze
>A cougar's ruby eyes flicker in the dust
>
>The Magic Flute sings in the living room
>Bird people float through smoky yellow
>Bull horn announcements repeat
>Evacuate Evacuate Evacuate Now
>
>Grandpa Leibowitz built this house himself
>his family perished in holocaust flames
>so we take these trickling hoses
>sprinkle our home for redemption
>
>Ryfkah 7/20/02
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