trees

I remember as a kid seeing numerous times trees, which had been set fire to. Thinking back on it and in need of something to write, it inspired the following.

Firestarter

A young lady has turned to a black,
gnarled and fragile wrinkled widow.
With skeleton arms seized by rigamortis
she is laid bare, raw as bad egg and
pitiful as lost children waiting on the kerb side.

A black soot dress lies at her feet
while she stands in a black bubble and
Others flourish, green and white as Eden.
Some say cut her down,
discard her like a murdered whore