Through the blackness
glow scarlet gashes on the mountain
Drivers on the winding highway
sniff the smoke , entranced
by danger dancing above
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It’s hard to keep your eyes on the road when the hills above you are blazing!
It’s also nerve-wracking for an asmatic to be anywhere near burning, controlled or not. (and we think this was controlled).
Shawn L. Bird 
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Thanks Shawn! You clued me into Keptmeprisoner!
I like your poem. I can see “scarlet gashes”. Descriptive.
It was very spooky- fire glowing in the hills. After evacuating my parents from a huge forest fire a few years ago, I don’t like seeing fire in the hills, but this one didn’t last long.
“scarlet gashes” is chilling and evocative.
Thanks.
you’re welcome.