Burning Bridges

By Ewan

Thu, 02 Jan 2020
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Here is rain.

There is heat.

 

Scorched earth may not come after battle.

We watch the shadows of exotic beasts

flit across the inferno’s flames

on the flat screen

in the corner.

 

On the other

side of the world

are people we once knew.

we swipe left through their slideshows:

friendship survives flames but not distance.

 

We live here.

They live there.

Certificate U
Poem
Not Quite Good Enough
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by lenchenelf on

still and unknowable that space between them and us, where words and images repeated often enough on social media become meaningless, taste of ashes or nothing but our own tooth decay.. Looking forward to you kicking 'em inna googlies for the next decade Ewan x

best 

Lena x

 

Submitted by Ewan on

wondered what that bitter taste in my mouth was. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Ewan xx

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

This poem reminds me of the terrible fires continuing to burn so much of Australia's bush. You sum up the tradgedy in your words.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Ewan on

Jenny for reading. I do think we get inured to it a little, I have friends I haven't seen for too many years not too far away from the inferno.
Ewan

Author Page at the 'Zon