Thursday, November 8, 2012


"Though little fire grows great with little wind,
Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all.
So I to her and so she yields to me . . ."

--- William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew

Red cedar trees,
drought dry
and tinder tight,
arc sparks
into the smoke stained sky
to be caught and carried
by the Oklahoma wind
and kissed to fiery blaze again.

So I to him and so he burns for me.


Brian Miller said... the return from the drought to the flame, both strong with imagery...

Sylvia K said...

Terrific and I do indeed love your imagery!

Mary said...

This is beautifully expressed.

Claudia said...

oh wow..great imagery mz

Claudia said...

and LOVE the perfect

hedgewitch said...

I've read this about five times--like playing a song over till you're sure it's a favorite. The imagery is familiar but the tune is new--I'm not sure fire is a good subject for taming, especially when the wind is blowing like it is tonight.

my heart's love songs said...

KILLER last line, MZ! better than Shakespeare!

Kerry O'Connor said...

The ferocity of wild fires never fails to scare the living daylight out of me, so I was thrilled to see how you turned that negative and fearful image into something passionate and extreme at the end of this poem.

Other Mary said...

That is some smokin' hot poetry Mama!

Far Beyond The Ridge said...

Funny thing, how wind can whip a spark into fire, until it itself, is also consumed. Beautiful, actually.
I love that you used red cedar~though not sure why~ maybe cuz i love the smell when it burns.

Shawna said...

Oh wow, this is fabulous:

"drought dry
and tinder tight,
arc sparks
into the smoke stained sky"

Fireblossom said...

I love the Bard's quote and what you have done with it.