These poems from the Stone Circle archive explore fire any at three very different scales. Ash falls from the air and covers the trees, a beachcomber cranks the radio and mourns, and a wedding dress becomes a beacon.
After the Fires
by Lynne Ellis
They thought
the orange moon could sing
their travel story—they’d driven clasp-handed
across the burning hills, as smoking trees stood
still by the highway side.
Live Inside the Burn
by Edie Meade
No one wanted this. I wish we could repay the pipers with beach. Still,
container ships, quilted like shanty towns, wash to blue in the distance
and the shells look like Lee Press-Ons lost in struggle. A gorgeous crime scene.
To the Woman Whose Charred Wedding Dress I Found in a Sandy Ravine
by Paula Brown
The sun this morning found a hem of beads somewhere beneath white satin.
What was left after the smoldering: a jeweled bodice, seared tufts of desert grass.
Don’t stop there…
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