THE FIRE GODDESS, PELE
In her sleep she twists and turns churning from the depths of the earth.
Her moon pearl liquid eyes look to infinity, her flaming rock oozes
as she wakes and rises from a long sleep.
With the changes of the tectonic plates she shifts from side to side
and Mauna Loa comes alive smoking and smoldering on the crater’s rim.
Flashes of fire and golden balls of hot rock explode in the blackened skies.
A thin line of red gushing molten lava pushes up and out
and down over her mountainsides.
Pele is alive and steaming still as she flows out into the ocean
doing her dance of destruction and rebirth.
1 comment:
good to see that you've erupted with some new poetic inclinations!
may the flow continue.
may the nights be cool,
and quiet...
may noise city erupt in a hush.
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