I.
In the frigid winter gloaming
A spark stoked in coals still warming
As children dash home
Through cobbled streets iced over
The deafening sizzle of
Melted dirty gutter water
Boiling over
Onto flames causes all in motion to
Stop in their tracks
In but an instant, a fiery inferno
Blazes into being with broad, torching wings
Carrying this avian fireball
Upwards into a darkened heaven
II.
The shriek of the firebird can be heard
As far as the next county down
As her majesty grows
The glow grows in intensity
So, too does her thirst for
Cedar and fine-scented oils
A Queen of the open sky
She demands proper tribute
Unlike the hoarding dragon
This healing wind of fire
Eats what gifts are made at her shadow
Fuelling her flight
Giving respite to the earth’s mana
III.
It’s only once starved
Rebirthing and rekindling her light
The all-consuming phoenix
Unleashes her blaze
Taking fervid flight
A land depleted of
Resources and kindness alike
Will be returned to ashes
Rise again renewed
Or remain a black mark on
The face of the world
IV.
Snow and ice melt
Releasing water back to the earth
Wood and green burn
Carbon and nitrogen return
Metals melt and puddle as
She splashes and bathes in
Their radiant shining brew
Flecks of gold and copper
Raining down as she ascends
Into the rising sun
Confident the next turn will be
More spectacular than the last
Increasing in glory with every
Flaming revival
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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CH4~ Adjusting
Fifthday morning rolled around, and Francine rolled out of bed. As a time-saving measure, she had taken to wearing her hair braided down her back. This way, she didn’t have to worry about it either during training or throughout the rest of the day. Not having to rearrange her hair shaved a lot of time off of changing and getting ready.
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Great words, and Stravinsky was playing as I read