A Memory of Smoke
He took night into his breath --
inhaled the light of meteor trails
and exhaled the ebony sky above him.
These were momentous sighs, embroidered
with sapphire and opal threads, each
a stitch of vapor in the space of tomorrow.
They issued from his bonfire chest
like birth wails and high tide; cicada songs,
bowed and powerless, rose to greet them.
There, drawn in the raging flame of sea
with one whispered proclamation, was dawn.
This was spawned by a list of Round Robin prompts posted here by Vickie
Tagged: Poem, Poetic, Poetry, Writing