There’s a reason
you lived in Phoenix
until you were three.
One day,
you’d need to know
how to walk into
the fire and burn,
emerging from the ashes–
a fierce-some creature
men tell legends about.
There’s a reason
you lived in Phoenix
until you were three.
One day,
you’d need to know
how to walk into
the fire and burn,
emerging from the ashes–
a fierce-some creature
men tell legends about.
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The AAAmazing Phoenix
There are always reasons
For a Phoenix all seasons
I simmer in summer
I augment in Autumn
Then one winter
In a northern
November Hemisphere
I retire
-I cannot remember where-
My heart’s afire
With gnarls and gnashes
And fiery flashes
In December
I turn and burn
In my fire
My funeral pyre
Then as every ember
Grows older
and colder
And turns to ashes
I freeze
I cease
I expire
In spring
Some eons after
With flickers flames and flashes
-Ignore my tenterhooks-
I emerge from the ashes
And await your tender looks
I’m a fierce-some creature
With an eternal feature
Sadly not one you share
For you have perished
Without any laughter
For eons I’ve cherished
Our memories with care.
Alan Grace
4 December 217
Daily prompt: Tenterhooks
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