UKArchive ID: 31954The Sky is on Fire by prospero
Originally published on December 13, 2013 in Poetry    

"Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:"

The sky is on fire this morning.
In the South East
Burning clouds threaten
The tall trees behind my garden,
Some great disaster is going to incinerate
The whole world today.
Even as I watch
The heat is growing
From ember red to blazing yellow.
Whatever, wherever
The dirty deed was done
We will not escape now,
Even if this soft rain
Continues long into the dull day,
The fuse has been lit!

© prospero (corin on OLD UKA)
UKArchive ID: 31954
Archived comments for The Sky is on Fire
deadpoet on 13-12-2013
The Sky is on Fire
Very powerful words Dave- explosive writing. Rain and dull days do this to you. Much enjoyed..
Stay calm


Author's Reply:
Thankyou for reading and commenting Pia. Actually it was the lovely sunrise that that did it,. The rain came later - but while the sunrise was still there - and lasted all day just to prove that famous bit of English Weather lore:-

Red sky at night -
Shepherds delight;
Red sky in the morning -
Shepherds warning.


ValDohren on 13-12-2013
The Sky is on Fire
Interesting poem giving much food for thought. Very novel, enjoyed the read.

Author's Reply:
Thankyou Val, I wrte on my front page:-

A la Wilfrid Owen :-

`My subject is Folly,
And the tragedy of Folly.
The Poetry is in the tragedy.'

This (all by itself) turned into one of those poems.

The tragedy is humanity having the intelligence and understanding and technological ability to modify the Earth to enable human beings to live almost anywhere on it and prospe; to even have enough understanding to be aware of the dangers of an expanding population and the increasing exploiitation of the Earrth's resources and yet still be unable to prevent our global, headlong flight, like a migration of lemmings, over the clliff to extinction.

Truly I despair - the Petrol Heads and the Corporate Dick Heads are sending us all to dammnation.


Bozzz on 13-12-2013
The Sky is on Fire
Still on board the lump of rock that touched the sun? A great poem Dave - sumptuous adjectives witnessing dawn and day. Beautifully written. ...David

Author's Reply:
Thankyou Bozzz. No the lump oof rock has gone - it was mostly ice anyway and so got frizzled:-(