The Blaze of Possibility

The fire of life,
The cardinal call to a man
Who doesn’t squander the green wood of possibility and hope,
Which cracks and pops,
Dancing in the flames,
Unable to cleave to the frenzied folds of the fire.
But instead makes a scarecrow of his frustrations,
And the bruised violet leaves of his pain,
And watches that crisp, brittle foliage,
Starved of light and nourishment,
Fall to the ground
And turn crimson in the molten splendour.
Then, rising from the edifying inferno
Purged of impurity and doubt
His spirit roars across all cosmic consciousness
Primed with purpose and possibility,
Blazing with passionate tenacity,
In the shimmering sienna haze of another day.

© Carly Dugmore