Blue-bleak embers

“… and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves and gash gold-vermilion.”
Hopkins’ The Windhover

I love embers. They are one of the wildest mysteries in the world.

The flames they hide behind them. The fiery red-orange that comes out of the bleak blue ember. That fire lying within. Passionate. Waiting-to-show its face. That rage. Many embers do lie dormant in us. Waiting to be stoked. Waiting for air. A hearing.


~ by KS on December 27, 2008.

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