AND FIRE

AND FIRE

Suddenly the sky faded, went
watercolours

turned blueberry ripple
as
   at that end of the spectrum
they flowed into each other
all those short
wavelength colours
in all their pastel shades

or maybe not suddenly, maybe
I might have been
distracted and missed
the entire
    sequence

the transformation as
it progressed step
by tiny step

and so
     mystified by the allure
of all these blue -mauves
I let my fancy,
                   for a moment,
run away with me

taking
    a serious bet with
higher powers

that Angels on bicycles
would shortly appear

miraculously pedalling
through the lilac clouds

not to
    be likened to, or mistaken for
military drones

loaded to capacity
with all that they need
to turn
   everything moving
to smoke and fire