Here's one to celebrate the Chinese year of the fire horse which begins this week. The poem has been around for a good while, but seems appropriate to share it now.
Fire horse
Outside,
a spark jumps,
a thread catches the arc,
flame grows, drops, disappears.
Hold your breath.
Wait.
A thin smoke-strand weaves upward,
orange tongue rises,
tastes air;
fire takes hold.
Flares erupt –
angry, flaming breath
ignites the notion
and
a blazing stallion breaks away
across the plain,
eyes flashing, hooves crashing in sparks,
fire trailing from his mane.
