This was my second entry on the theme of fire for the Burnaby Writers Society poetry contest. One more month until winners are announced. I played around with stanza parallelism here, sometimes using strict rhyme, sometimes consonance. I had never seen this done before, so I was impressed with how well it worked.
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Okanagan Mountain Fire evacuation, August 2003
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Fears.
A crimson hill glows above.
High from here, grey clouded skies
shower us in ghosts of pine needles
that dissolve at my touch
into powdered ashes,
while I load the van with memories.
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Tears
Glisten, fill, flow out of,
My father’s grave, clouded eyes.
Cowering and aghast in pain, he huddles
and revolves as he’s nudged,
disempowered, ashen.
While I lead the man, his tremors ease.
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This poem was linked to the Poetry Potluck on the theme of history and events. If you are visiting from the potluck, please include a direct link to your poem in a comment below. Thanks! It makes it easier for all participants that way.
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what a remarkable entry on the event, well done.
A moving and vivid poem. Well done.
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/08/08/one-hell-of-a-ride-2/
Beautiful, moving and empathetic, well said.
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