It starts at a street‑corner park
—one match flicked wrong,
and the whole block tastes brimstone.
Kids stop mid‑kick of a half‑flat ball,
dogs stiffen,
old men lift their brows
—they’ve heard this tune before.
Then sky goes a bad fruit colour,
as every window leans to glare.
Still—
—someone laughs,
sharp snapping twigs,
and in that moment the world decides
to bloom the only way it knows how:
wild, unruly,
bright as a dare.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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much enjoyed read
Thank you dear friend! Happy Sunday to you🙏🏻🕊️
and to you have a good day
Cryptic this poem is tinted by my past. When eight or nine (can't remember exactly) at school recess on a dare from a friend, with a magnifying glass I set fire in a field that got out of control. The fire department had to be called to put it out. At the principal's office with my friend I had hidden the magnifying glass in the back of my pants denying any blame in the situation. The principal got out the large wooden paddle with drilled holes and I thought it was the end of the glass and my ass. It was my friend that got the punishment but he never gave me up. That is what friendship is all about. You have reminded me and may have to write a poem about it some day.
That is indeed a poem worth telling. I haven’t burnt anything requiring the fire brigade to attend. But there is something about the power to set aflame, I must admit. Perhaps in that way poetry is an excellent sublimation 🙏🏻🕊️🔥
We will see
Thanks for the Fave @Friendship 🙏🏻🕊️
There’s a crackle in this—tension building like heat before a blaze, every detail leaning toward ignition.
What lingers is that last turn: destruction reframed as a kind of wild flowering, dangerous and strangely alive.
Thanks Thomas for this crackling review🙏🏻🕊️🔥❤️🔥
arqios, this hit me hard. There is such a wonderful energy to this piece...the feeling that something chaotic is arriving, yet somehow it carries possibility along with it. I was hooked from the opening lines, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Most appreciated friend 🙏🏻🕊️❤️🔥🔥
Good write A.
Thanks muchly O.
Didn't the Great Fire of London start in a Pie Shop. Good one.
I believe that was the going account. Many thanks, Kevin 🙏🕊️
Keep on daring Rik, life will become good.
Andy
It's like poetry-dare club. Thanks, Andy 🙏🕊️
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