A thousand acres charred,
with a high wind guarantee
of more incinerating news.
Cinderella's crying,
read it in the morning papers.
Right now, a full moon shimmers
in the arms of a Joshuah tree
and sunset coughs,
through a brown, nicotine
filter on the far west horizon.
There's a leather clad,
whip cracking Dominatrix
devouring the terrain.
Sensuous,
she seems almost lazy.
You know you mustn't inhale
her smoke, puffed in crazy rings
the whore is never satisfied.
She promises nothing,
well, perhaps a reincarnation
will rise from the blistered demise
of her too-hot, passionate embrace;
her indifference is phenomenal.
So beautiful, so faithless
If she has a soul, it's as charred
and blackened as her heart.
Famous as a movie star,
I fan chase her, a storm
of quintessential moments
in her flash-point eyes
captured by my stuttering camera,
I never remove the red-eye.
One more picture for the road,
you temperamental Diva,
you godless goddess,
make your bow and depart!
Madame Wildfire trails
her dark cloak, enigmatically
smiling with pointed eyeteeth,
she goes anywhere she pleases.
Author notes
A contest entry for: 23 quotes from AP members by pineapple-eyes
Prompt: MARIANA - ATOM HEART MOTHER
http://allpoetry.com/poem/5649863
As atoms silently split,
they filter through
the umbilical chord
of existence
Photo credit: my own of an Oct. wildfire named the "Sheep" in so Cal.
A contest entry
- 23 quotes from AP members by pineapple-eyes.
2575 points, ended October 19, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
whatever you feel is right
Comments
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ahh, this was a very moving write and spoke to me kindly. Thank you for a wonderful entry.
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great lines Sky, and hidden in the language is the anger of one calling out an enemy, ' get lost you ****!'. 'the whore is never satisfied'...great great great, and the photo a stunner too. great topic to write down and disgrace with your pen.
for some reason this section felt like a false ending, and one wondered if that is where it should be, maybe with one parting vindictive thrown in as the door shuts -
'the so-cal slut of destruction'
So beautiful, so faithless
If she has a soul, it 's charred
and as blackened as her heart.
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Ahhh, such sorrow pours throughout this amazing piece, Scribe. I have seen ancient trees decimated by fire and ice, as well. I saw the results of one in California when I visited in 1996; it was heart-rending. This is a wonderful, intelligent response to the prompt, Sweetie. Good luck in the contest. 
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