Skyfire
the sunset gun is readied in his grip
quicksilver moon has set a hurried course
the golden orb has wearied from its trip
all is poised, his eyes fixed on the source
gaia reaches gently, into quiet space
while he locks her broad horizons in his sight
gaia pulls a veil of stars slowly ‘cross her face
but he has one last task before its night
he must set the sky ablaze, then he can sleep
broad strokes of coral orange and crimson red
the pattern must be bold, the color deep
so he aims the sunset gun, and blasts it overhead
in a brilliant flash the heavens light with fire
in rich and vivid hues, as if burning with desire
the gumasters succeeded but tomorrow he returns
to rise the morning sun, till then the nightsky burns
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So wonderful to see the personification of the sunset…the flaming sun and gaia at play. I’m glad you chose this, Rob.
Thank you Victoria… 🙂 The photo drove the poem. I lived in Tucson for a year, after traveling cross country on my motorcycle to get there. I would ride west out of the city frequently, to park at Gates Pass, and watch sunsets dance their fire above the Saguaro Cacti.
The color of the sunset can be a celebration of the earth… may it lead us right even when the world is burning.
We often take the quick jaunt out to the Pacific Coast and watch the sunsets Bjorn. They are always besutiful, and sometimes simply dazzling.
It is amazing how colorful sunrises and sunsets are.
lovely tempo when I read the poem Rob, perfectly ending the verses with the rhyming words. so love the sunset gun
Thank you Gina, I appreciate your positive comments. The idea for this poem has been with me for years, through many drafts. It was this fire prompt from Victoria that pushed me to finish it to my satisfaction… 🙂