A Bonfire at San Simeon

Down the hill and after sunset, on the beach I sit in sand

On my back the vacuum of space, its cold hands embrace me in its victory over warmth

The drumbeat of the tide, and all of evil’s pride spread loneliness upon the earth

But on this beach, God’s mercy from above, instructed light to warm my hands

This woman he called fire, untamed, like a gypsy she raises her arms to heaven tapping her castanets

And with her dancing, she casts out embers, the jealous hearts of men she’s scorned, forgotten and forlorn, on their deathbed their hearts still mourn.

She consumes with all her might, leaving nothing within sight of her many heads of minarets

Yet I tremble not, just draw near, for unlike me she has no soul, and vanishes by dawn

Author's Note

I've just started writing, this is one of my first five poems. I'm interested in what other people think.

Reviews

[Emily B]

I'm wondering why there are no reviews or comments. I remember stopping by to read this before. I was struck by the beauty of the images. The fierceness of the woman you've conjured . . . beautiful work