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

The Illusion of Silence

Heat overtook the world
For a moment,
Bubbling its insistent movement into froth,
Jumping and excited,
Churning with the massive
sluggishness of magma,
Unapologetically leaving flames
Awoken momentarily into angry dancing
By a passing heat —
A scorched moment.

But then,
With the suddenness of nightfall,
The world cools
Briefly,
Water drifts into crystal shapes,
Time fractures,
White static hushes it all
Into the illusion of silence.

Peace on earth —
Snow on naked branches —
We must be silent
Before the world once more
remembers
The heat of its mouth.

© K Paige Medina 11/17/2016