For the dverse ‘fire’ prompt.


Fire in the sky,

clouds aflame

in passionless, pyrotechnic show,

so high and vast

and magnificently free—

Phoenix bird spreads wild wings.

And in the house, low and dark,

we huddle around the sparks,

Promethean relics,

and dream of lovers

and long tail feathers,

stirring among the ashes.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

47 thoughts on “Ashes”

  1. Ahhh love the image of everyone huddled around the fire in the dark swapping stories. I don’t know if that’s what you meant to write about, but that was the image that popped into my head ^_^

  2. Tasty and tidy, this one evokes hope and warmth, with no tip of the pen dealing with the negative destructive side of fire. Staring into a fire always connects me to ancestors in caves broiling Mastodon .

  3. i like the way your lens starts big as the sky and all it contains and then narrows the focus to “we huddle around the sparks,
    Promethean relics,” like you’ve captured a piece of the cosmos in your fireplace. so beautiful!

    1. Thank you! I think I do that often, start with the jaw-dropping and then narrow focus to the intimate. We’re all part of something massive, I think; and conversely, our little sparks are reflections of that immensity.

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