The Fire Sermon


The Fire Sermon

I write by candlelight
because everything’s burning

My body is smouldering
like a midnight log
nearly exhausted

My mind flickering
nightmares sputtering
phantoms of a wasted muse

Our planet boiling
hollowed by desire
thunder speaks to water

those words these thoughts
all less substantial
than this little flame


(from this week’s Living Poetry Prompt based on T. S. Eliot’s The Waste Land)

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8 Responses to The Fire Sermon

  1. Lisa Tomey says:

    WOW! Sends a message to reckon with.

  2. JeanMarie says:

    Nice. Just so you know, I have a draft started from that prompt. It just so happens I also chose The Fire Sermon. I am NOT copying you. :)

  3. Elizabeth says:

    “My body is smoldering like a midnight log” ~ great line. Haunting poem!

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