Firewall – Dental Portcullis!
By Rhiannonw
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Good fire (bonfire*?)
cooking fire, warming fire,
controlled fire
illuminating night
signal beacon fire
seen from afar.
Wild fire
consuming fire
dangerous
uncontrolled, unleashed,
spreading fast
making waste.
Tongues, on leash, controlled,
do good,
Tongues unleashed ignite
blow sparks of spite
sneakily snake out, seeding
fresh blazes far away wandering, slandering:
can’t be recalled –
wildfire – need a firewall:
close the portcullis – dental gate!
[IP: bonfire. *Samel Johnson thought the ‘bon’ came from ‘bon/good’, but it actially seems to have come from ‘bones’. but I felt it could still stand for useful, controlled fire here!]
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A very interesting and
A very interesting and creative take on the inspiration point, Rhiannon and very fitting with the age we are living in where words literally spread like wildfire in seconds, perhaps in a more dangerous way than ever before.
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love all your word sounds -
love all your word sounds - that last part specially, and the rhythm you create it is like billowing flames suddenly darting out as the wind changes. The poem gets more energy as it progresses, evoking the fear of uncontrolled fire, and then the hard sound of the T in gate, shutting it all off
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This is such a clever poem
This is such a clever poem Rhiannon. How you've managed to capture the I P in such an original way is something I would never have thought of.
Jenny.
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Firing on all cylinders!
How true the last stanza rings home. A little leaven leaveneth the whole lump. Thanks for your thoughtful verse. You are now the ABC Fire Marshal!
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