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RE: POETRY CHALLENGE
12/10/2009 12:51:48 AM

Thumbs up, Roger!! Great poetic short story for real. Loved it and agree with Kathleen - up for publishing.

Sara

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RE: POETRY CHALLENGE
12/11/2009 2:08:06 AM

WELL Sara,

HERE IT IS. not exactly gardens but about gardens.

I HOPE THAT THIS SUFFICES?

AUTUMN in england usually drips and greys its way towards winter . Early frosts and fog bringing a promise of what is to come.

With summer's excesses over all is set for a tidy.

Just another Autumn Bonfire

© Roger Macdivitt, 2009

Neatly pruned shrubs reward labour

Autumn leaves, raked and collected

Twigs gathered from beneath the trees

Now lay tangled, like a nest, in the barrow

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The collected rubbish now lies in a neat pile

Paper and dry wood from the shed

Matches ready, sharply struck

Tongues of flame now devouring the paper

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The flames, like a myriad of serpents

Writhing, leaping and crackling through the pile

Appearing and disappearing, changing shapes

Collapsing and flaring up again and again

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I stand back and watch

The flames changing colour

Paper burning yellow

The twigs producing reds and blues

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The smoke hangs like a curtain in the damp air

Every tiny breeze grasping the smoke

And sending it whirling across the garden

Grey and white and black, stinging my eyes

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Shapes continue to change, embers glow

The twigs and leaves in turn turning to white ash

Once again the wind forces a response

Leaves wilt and burn and curl

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Now, as if to mimic a volcano

Hot flames burst through the centre

And as I stir the fire the debris feeds the flames

And cascading twigs tumble into the vent

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Heat intensifies, flames leap

They seem to compete with the smoke

The air around seems to distort and move

Above the fire the very air seems to scorch

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Once more smoke becomes dominant, as I add more to the pile

Sparks take to the air like insects

Burning leaves float and drift

Settling, burned and ashen, destroyed

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Again, the breeze stirs the ash

It glows, burning the oxygen, leaving just ash

All that I supply is hungrily digested

The once lifeless pile now like a pyre

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Satisfied with a job well done

Clothes and hair smelling like the smoke

Eyes sore and dimmed, my skin tight

I drag together the stray leaves around the fire

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As the pile diminishes, all is being consumed

The garden takes on a new order in the clearing air

As the last flicker subsides the sun breaks through

Welcome, welcome, autumn sun

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I head towards the house

Pleased, but relishing clean clothes

A shower, a cup of tea

My favourite chair, TV

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Till the next time

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RE: POETRY CHALLENGE
12/11/2009 4:06:19 AM
Roger, I really like that one also!

I can almost smell the smoke, there's something about the smell of outdoor smoke getting into someone's hair and clothing, it's very intriguing.
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RE: POETRY CHALLENGE
12/11/2009 8:49:31 PM

Roger, a wonderful job! You got me going recalling those days of childhood when the adults burned the leaves. Watching the flames such as you describe, the smoke billows upward and I run through it just knowing that it will lift me up and I shall fly with it.

The smoke lingers on the clothes until they are washed again but the smell and show it brings never leave the memories.

I am so proud of you, my friend, to be able to put your feelings into words on paper. You have found another calling.

Thank you and Happy Holidays from Cedar Hill,

Sara

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