What if those tongues of flame

What if those tongues of flame
are actually petals

Caressing us down to our very essence
Not
Burning hot black charred

Burning away the old the forced the mistaken
the who-you-thought-you-had-to-be

But gently coaxing the sleek new vulcanized you
to poke your head out and turn your face to the sun

Ready to face the world with steely will and dewy cheeks.

 

 

Magda Pecsenye, for the Mawrtyrs, FD 2014