Monday, 9 August 2010

Dog Days

This year, the dog days flung
a layer of smog over Moscow;
hung a stray aurora glow
over smoke-choked streets.
A fleet of trees, collapsed black
on themselves like matryoshka dolls,
was licked clean by the keen
tongues of flames – a scar
beneath the wildfire eye
of the dog star.

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BBC News: Dense wildfire smog grips Moscow in heatwave

Of course, this is a problem that is still ongoing. I just wanted to write something in awe of the dystopian beauty and sheer horror of it all.

For a 50-word lit contest, The Flame(s). I haven't entered a contest in ages, so the challenge was nice.

More mythology poems are in the works, never fear. :)

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