Ash Saturday

The stage was set:

Years of drought

  water reduced to naught,

    nature delicately brittle.

Temperatures soaring high

  foretold of combustion nigh,

    a spark, something so little.

Winds at highway speed

  a newly paved road, decreed,

   Fire spirit, easily swept away.

Yearly recurring event

  preparation, as always, eminent,

    dreading, yet now, any day.

Then entered an unknown actor,

the deciding factor:

Secretively veiled,

 dark, so ominous.

Smokely blended,

 perfumed, yet sulfurous.

Loudly muffled,

 Cackling, no ballad.

Strongly overshadowed,

 yet putrid palate.

Hair raising vibration,

 it would shudder a nation.

Sheer terror struck,

Panic ran rampant, alongside luck.

Life threatening fear

prompted the weirdest decision.

Water no longer contained

became a useless feint.

Salvation seemed near,

next, a deadly collision.

Run, run, run for your life !!!

What kind of a future life ?

Desperate search for dear,

reality to difficult to envision.

Relief and shelter were provided.

Had the anguish subsided ?

A horrifying performance came somehow to an end,

its role played out, only to its own content.

Burnt paw touched humane hand

touched, worldwide,

each

and all

of mankind.

Menuka

Mar 11, 2009

11-03-2009 om 00:00 geschreven door Menuka