Saturday, October 25, 2008

Bush Fire!



 

BUSH FIRE!

Bush fire! Nothing remaining
But charred and blackened stumps,
Ravaged gum-trees huddling
In sooty funereal clumps.
But, overhead, a wild bird
Sees just a touch of green.
Soon leaves will grace the branches
And hide where the fire has been.

16 comments:

Bear Naked said...

Brenda
I never knew that information about the gum tree regenerating through fire.
Thanks for the educating post today.

Bear((( )))

anthonynorth said...

Bush fires do seem terrible things. But as I understand it, nature quite often needs such disasters to thrive and renew itself.
Hard on those living close though.

Beth Camp said...

Thank you for stopping by. I browsed through your three blogs and enjoyed them immensely for the creativity and positive spirit that shines forth. And I'll be making your Bredie this weekend. Keep writing and celebrating life.

T. Mininni-Totin said...

I agree with Bear.

Your poety paints pictures in the mind as it educates. It's refreshing!

Linda Jacobs said...

But, overhead, a wild bird
Sees just a touch of green.

I love these lines of hope!

Anonymous said...

Who would have thought there would be a bird's eye view, too! Phoenix, without doubt. This little 5"x7" form was extracted from a larger woodcut. The image was experimentally transferred to a sensitized solar plate - which means that the plate is not bitten by acid, but by exposure to the sun. Recently, it was accepted to be shown in a large exhibit, hung salon style, at the NY National Arts Club, called The Art of Democracy. For this theme it is called Border Patrol. Brenda's rimes are so wonderfully apt whichever way she chooses to look at it. Anyone who can figure out which way up sparks the artist's title, Border Patrol, will win an original print with the preferred poem handwritten by Rinkly herself. There are five copies available if this no brainer starts a fire of interest! MG

Kate said...

You've captured the persistence of Mother Nature and the renewing properties of fire so succinctly!

Old Egg said...

It is always comforting to know that after a bushfire in Australia the eucalypt trees will regenerate. Whereas the introduced European trees they are gone!

Unknown said...

I can so relate. Several years ago the mountains surrounding my home blazed.As ash-fall carpeted my garden, roof and upturned face, I kept watch for any change of winds.

Granny Smith said...

This is a lovely hopeful poem. I saw a city rise again after the Oakland, California, fire of several years ago and the blackened fields turn green again.

Lilibeth said...

I like the hope written into this beautiful poem.

Josie Two Shoes said...

A poem of life, death, and rebirth, told in a simple and straight forward way. A good read!!

Jae Rose said...

Lovely use of the prompt..that fire also brings hope and new life..Jae

Altonian said...

The Phoenix syndrome strikes again - thank goodness!

Unknown said...

I like the fact that this poem talks about hope, even after the supposedly worst has happened. Kudos to you!

Tracey said...

"...soon the leaves will grace the branches." Love this; just as it applies to life after fire, it also applies to life emerging after a brutal snowy/icy winter. Good stuff!