And the Fire Said…

who wakes me?

For centuries I hid beneath the skin of summits,
slept beside you in your cave.

I was your ally in the time of buffalo and bear
and lay on the hearth beside your beasts until you made me weapon.

Then I marched against the ranks of vivid trees
and left them spectral, rigged as grey masts against a bloody sky.

In shame I learned to dance flamenco, hid my eyes
behind veils; black swans that beat the feathered air.

You were seduced until the London river blazed with dragons,
screamed red.

And now you tempt me with your drug of clear air.
I am awake.  Watch.

Copyright © 2013, Hilary Hares
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