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Ashfall

Watching the Last Fire Fade

By Tim CarmichaelPublished 9 months ago Updated 9 months ago 1 min read

The flame, it dances, wild and untamed,

A primal roar, consuming all it finds,

In its bright embrace, nothing is unclaimed.

*

Trees, once towering, bow to fire’s claim,

The crackling limbs collapse, their safety binds,

The flame, it dances, wild and untamed.

*

Brush of dusk, the world becomes inflamed,

With sparks flying free like broken minds,

In its bright embrace, nothing is unclaimed.

*

Memories melt, their moments wrongly framed,

Steel and wood surrender, none are unshamed,

The flame, it dances, wild and untamed.

*

In chaos, each foundation slowly waned,

As night descends, the final heat proclaimed,

In its bright embrace, nothing is unclaimed.

*

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.

Villanelle

About the Creator

Tim Carmichael

Let your becoming be louder than your fear, and your smallest steps become the road you once thought impossible to walk. An Appalachian poet and cookbook author my book Beautiful and Brutal Things is on Amazon, Link 👇

https://a.co/d/537XqhW

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    Written by Tim Carmichael