Origin Of The Flame...8* Poem by elysabeth faslund
Origin Of The Flame...8*
Out of ash, into words, the Phoenix
Rose at dawn.
Knew the Scorpion and the Dragon,
Dipped it's wings...soared on.
Earth was molten in this morning...
By noon, the dinosaurs...
By three, Cro Magnon painted caves...
By six, they settled Mars.
The Phoenix flew past Mercury
Into the dying sun.
By becoming ash once more
It knew the Flame...and won.
Sanctus Lucem! Lucem! Lucem!
Each knew of the other...
Meaning and it's knife...
Dragon raised one crippled wing.
Scorpion judged it's life.
I am not familiar with the story you describe, yet your words are spellbinding as your phoenix flies through prehistory and beyond with grace and magnificent dramatic flair. Powerful poetry - beautifully written. love, Allie xxxx
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4/20/2024 12:08:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Elysabeth, This is a magnificent series! Liturgy, myth, geology and history all fanning the flames of our perceptions. Poetry at its best.