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 Sharing with The Sunday Muse #217. Come be part of the conflagration. :) 


Oh, they called the mob to celebrate
But only the fire heard
They called the mass to congregate
But only the dry grass bowed

A conflagration
Called to prayer
Hungry for light
Hungry for air

Oh, they called the mob celebrate
Wearing flames in their hair
They called the mass to congregate
Faceless in the burning air. 

Greetings and salutations. I'm not sure what to say--we're not celebrating the 4th this year (not that I'm prepared to cede one holiday to the authoritarian idiots in charge of our state, but our grass is still dry from the heat and we have a dog terrified of fireworks...so we're celebrating by bunkering down and watching Howling 2 at the gleefully deranged suggestion of my sibling) and otherwise I've turned our dead corn plants into the basis for this year's Camp NaNo project...it's turning into a weird year, the kind of year where I'm reading more horror than normal and fictional dragons are turning toothy and serpentine and much hungrier. Camp NaNo is going to be...creepy. As summer camp, at times, should be. :) 

Hope you have a good holiday & summer season!

-- Chrissa

Comments

  1. FireblossomJuly 2, 2022 at 1:33 PM

    Having lived in south Texas for 6 years a long while ago, I cannot even imagine what the atmosphere there must be in 2022. I'd be afraid to show my LGBTQ face, which I guess is what they want. I love your poem.

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  2. Carrie BurttJuly 2, 2022 at 2:14 PM

    Your poem holds a heat and power like fire itself my friend! Love this! Yes I am with you on the hunkering down. 💙

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  3. ✿July 2, 2022 at 3:09 PM

    "they called the mob to celebrate
    But only the fire heard"

    That opening is fabulous.

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  4. Gillena CoxJuly 3, 2022 at 1:19 AM

    Fantastic wordsmithing Chrissa
    Happy Sunday

    much💚love

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  5. Keith's RamblingsJuly 3, 2022 at 6:22 AM

    Picture and words in perfect harmony. Well done.

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  6. robkistnerJuly 6, 2022 at 12:31 PM

    So strong Chrissa — excellent! 🙂

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  7. purplepeninportland.comJuly 6, 2022 at 5:49 PM

    "Oh, they called the mob to celebrate
    But only the fire heard
    They called the mass to congregate
    But only the dry grass bowed"

    Excellent and powerful, Chrissa!
    I have a cousin that lives in Austin, but claims
    it's not really part of Texas!

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