Sunday, February 21, 2010




(An Acrostic)

Pyrotechnic aviator, strange immortal bird!
Heat was meant to vanquish you! Maybe you hadn't heard!
Once your mortal days are ending, then you build a nest;
Every part of it is burning, singeing the feathers on your breast.
Now you're rising from your demise to live a thousand years!
Immortality through effort! That's your secret, it appears!
X-ellent and mythic creature! I would revive like you
Over and over from the fire, always beautiful and new!

See tomorrow's blog for imaginative play.


Darlene said...

I don't know how you do it, Brenda. I could never write a single acrostic, much less one a week.

I think I liked this one best of all. Publish! Publish! Publish!

Cheryl said...

Wonderful, wonderful!

Margaret Gosden said...

Reminds me of the print I made called PHOENIX. This Arcostic rime would go well with it! Sometimes it appears as a thumbnail on my blog.

Kat said...

A Phoenix arises Acrostically..!!!

Lalita Singh said...

Love it..!! Really nicely done!!!