Fire and ashes

Dear Monty,


Like a dream
Lit up in orange
Blast of heat making waves out of the plastic fence
Sparks like fiery falling stars litter the sky

Acrid smoke makes noxious clouds
The cracking of dry wooden bones splitting our ears

Gas cylinders hiss then throw a torch of blue flame toward the house
No-one hurt in this fire thank God
Unlike the hurt I caused by my own explosion
Damaging as any physical fire.



Kindness, gentleness and self control
These I lack
All I have is ashes.


(The fire damaged our neighbours outbuildings and hedges and the gas bottles didn't explode because the pressure blew the valves up in the air and threw them into his garden!)


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