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THE PHOENIX - A dream

Though by what reasoning is unclear,
I aspired to curb Arab terrorism
by slaying their fabled bird;
and so I sought it out.

Distantly heard on the breeze,
a melodious dirge my guide to its burning nest,
I hastened to watch as flapping wings
up-draughted the engulfing, spice-laden, flames.

Carefully aimed, my missile hit
and, like an exploding incendiary,
the burning body disintegrated
into a hundred widespread conflagrations.

Thinking my mission accomplished,
I watched them burn to ashes;
then, overawed, counted hundredfold
their regeneration as immortal birdlings.

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  • gertee
    June 24, 2007

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    Your poem reads slightly like a bedtime story! I liked the use of both the history and origin of the myth being used as well as the inclusion of the cinnamon twig pyre combined with a modern twist we are all far too familiar with. To me your poem not only symbolises the rebirth of this magnificent bird but also seems to say you cant fight fire with fire. Well done and good luck in the contest