Unsnuffed

There is an element of sparkle
In the sputtering of flames;
In the moment of extinguishing
Fire yet spits forth her names,
Affirming in the moments when
Ceasing seems most true
The lightness of her being before
Life’s final adieu.
And I guess that’s how it feels
In the company of night
When I’m drowning in my failure
And something deep within me lights
And burns an angry rebel spark
That glitters into being
The forgotten words of truth that
Send my fears and regrets fleeing,
And for a moment yet I’m strong
And whole and ready for one more,
Alit within with stubborn sparks still
Glowing in my core.

©K Paige Medina 25 April 2017

The Silence of Flames

Watch out,
they might have said,
for the silence of flames–
crafty old dancers
carrying secrets they bought off the wind.

Sparks spread like pollen,
flowers alight with their own heat;
these plumed birds do not
understand the games of war.

Watch
for the flame within,
the nettle pinching in the throat.
Do not,
like those into whose eyes you look,
forget that no man plays the music
that moves flickering feet.

Mists that move in later
may mingle with the smoke
of these finished dances;
let them move—

Fire is no stranger to the cooling peace
of small mornings;
it only sleeps.

In its silence,
it can never be conquered.
Breathe, and
do not despair.

 

©K Paige Medina 25 February 2017