Fire From a Different Sun
The challenge from 'imaginary garden with real toads' was to write a poem about a fire that doesn’t come from flames or the sun.
A Poem of Clichés
His smouldering eyes looked deep into hers
And her breath came swiftly and fierce,
An inferno of lust flared from his touch
Until her heart pulsed in her ears.
The heat of the moment was all she felt,
The fervour, the passion, the need,
But later the memory scorched her with shame –
Her name blackened by the deed.
Seared and dishonoured she took the veil
Nevermore to show her face,
Incandescence of ardour soon forgot
As she bowed her head in disgrace.