slag
photo by dsnake1
of an art installation at a museum
slag
it does not look like red slag
from a furnace
red like a bruise on a face
after a fist fight
it has been like that
since september
a dragon's breath
it blows teeth
sharp as razors
the sweat rolling
down scalps
to sizzle
on dry asphalt
the words hot
hot
scalding
the sky
a frenzy of grey hammerheads
circling
30/10/2015
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this is one of the poems that i wanted to submit for a poetry competition. i think it is not too bad. and yes, what good timing, the haze has just rolled in from indonesia...
The sky is not falling
but it is growing teeth
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from “All the Sweat Inside My Handshake” by David Greenspan
This is a prompt from the Bibliomancy Oracle. It can work in hysterical ways.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2019
Labels: anger, environment, GPA 2019, poetry competition, prompt, relationship, Singapore, writing competition
16 Comments:
The dragon's breath blowing teeth describes the intensity of the heat wonderfully.
Strikingly visceral...and more than slightly terrifying. We have heat, but it comes in blue-sky afternoons, so not as ominous.
I love how we weave the heat and sizzle into this poem
It must be terrifying to live in that haze... like the breath out of hell
Really an ominous poem, I think. That haze seems very powerful and hard to escape. Hope it doesn't happen often.
These days is is entirely possible -- and inevitable -- that smoke from one corner of the world could blow this far, find echoes in similar smoke, urban fire ... the foment in this poem is a slag, brutalizing into a sky in "a frenzy of grey hammerheads." Indeed. Gret poem.
I love this! "The sky a frenzy of grey hammerheads" - a wonderfully rendered closing line heralding impending change. A great choice for a contest. I hope it does well for you!
I have seen footage of those blazing fires. Blowing teeth sharp as razors, indeed. Your words are relevant in today's world.
Sherry,
i am exaggerating it a bit. :)
Chrissa,
the red i was describing is actually the colour of the sky at night, because of he amount of ash and particles in the air. Annoying, and really bad for those with respiratory problems.
Jae,
thank you! :)
Bjorn,
it is bad, annoying, when the Pollutant Standards Index hovers around the 100+. imagine the situation at the source, the fires. that is really hellish.
Mary,
oh, it happens almost like clockwork every year. this happens when the farmers/plantations in Sumatra clear their lands for the new crop. this slash and burn policy of cultivation is cheaper and faster.
Brendan,
thank you.
yes, it is possible, and in the case here, it is just across a short straits. and at night, because of the ashes/particles in the air, the sky turns into a reddish hue.
H,
thank you!
i like the image of the hammerheads too.
no, i did not submit this poem for the contest (i dillydally, could not decide on the poems to submit). :(
Truedessa,
and to think all these fires were deliberately started. :(
Wonderful poem, powerfully written.
thank you, Rosemary! :)
Brilliant analogy
My goodness this is good! The image of the "dragon's breath blowing," describes the extent of haze and destruction eloquently. Strong writing!❤️
magiceye,
thank you!
glad to see you. :)
Sanaa,
thank you! :)
the haze situation is bad in KL?
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