Climbing, climbing, dissolving heat…
the abundant super nature
flailing, reflecting.
Inharmonious dystopia
crystal clear –
a cracking, deafening un-noise,
beneath, defeated
feeling rhythms.
The scent of decay
dancing through the wood,
hushing the call –
a bird song is a siren.
A watery mass draws nearer,
Arctic echoing, smokescreens,
tapestries of ice –
fragile, lethal and unassuming
do not open the curtains.
Closer to home
a brilliant fire,
licking the blackened earth
consuming, twisted,
chanting beyond the shallow grave.
Ancestral lullabies,
snaking through the remnants and ruins.
A choir of chaos
in silent shape
hum and linger…
and a looking glass,
to see the fragments.
Callum Docherty, Flame, 2019.
