combustion (Remove filter)
Smouldering
I was at a loose end
Coiled up for action
Capable of anything
Any hot infraction
You fanned my flame
Got me into a fever
Never let me sit still
Pulling every lever
Combustion failed us
From sad mouldering
We barely rose above
A gentle smouldering
We tried to rekindle
Gave the fire a poke
Rubbed twigs together
Lit not coal but coke
...
Sunday 15th November 2020 11:08 am
FIRE
FIRE
Fire is so beautiful in its own deadly way.
A diverse visual cacophony of colours
all thrown together, each a different
element back in its base gas. Chemical release.
Thick dense smoke curls upwards,
forming a choking cloud which glows
blood red from the wicked flames.
Sunday 6th May 2012 2:03 pm
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