Blaze by AF HenleyThe poem that started it all.
An ember lit, by chance or plight,
A coil of smoke into the night,
Mere seed of light, but promise born,
In patient pause—a wink—no more,
Will mourn in solitary heat,
A smoulder amidst the grass and leaf.
And seek, by sky, that fated sigh,
Anemoi breath of proffered life.
One puff on light, one single flame,
“Arise now, phoenix, conquer grave.”
And one to same, then two to few,
Few to many and many to slew;
Where icy blues had forced their reign,
Hold is lost to growing flame.
Branch, twig, lain, ill-found too close,
Fodder to the encroaching host;
Consumed. And both, to one become
The fuel, the flame; two chords, one song.
Twitch ear of fawn, and eye of owl,
Flight urged to leg and wing of fowl.
To air, the howl—sky-reac
