Ashfall
Watching the Last Fire Fade
The flame, it dances, wild and untamed,
A primal roar, consuming all it finds,
In its bright embrace, nothing is unclaimed.
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Trees, once towering, bow to fire’s claim,
The crackling limbs collapse, their safety binds,
The flame, it dances, wild and untamed.
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Brush of dusk, the world becomes inflamed,
With sparks flying free like broken minds,
In its bright embrace, nothing is unclaimed.
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Memories melt, their moments wrongly framed,
Steel and wood surrender, none are unshamed,
The flame, it dances, wild and untamed.
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In chaos, each foundation slowly waned,
As night descends, the final heat proclaimed,
In its bright embrace, nothing is unclaimed.
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A world unmade, lost love’s cruel designs,
Only ash remains where dreams once flamed,
The flame, it dances, wild and untamed,
In its bright embrace, nothing is unclaimed.
About the Creator
Tim Carmichael
I’m a firm believer life is messy, beautiful, and too short, which is why I write poems full of heart and humor. I am an Appalachian poet and cookbook author. My book Beautiful and Brutal Things is on Amazon, Link 👇
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Comments (6)
A powerful and mindbending line to ponder, "A world unmade, lost love’s cruel designs." Congrats for being featured as Vocal's "Creators We're Loving!"
Well-wrought, Tim! The villanelle form reminds of the rolling fire in some ways, especially when coupled with your vivid imagery here.
I love the rhythm and repetition of this, Tim. I feel pulled into the fire. :) Love the choice of villanelle for this challenge :)
Brilliantly vivid… the image of fire is seared into us!
Boom, a villanelle on fire. You are really on a roll with these. 👏👏👏🔥
Wow, the imagery in this is amazing, so vivid and intense!