1 The constraints: 1) No more than
one hour. 2) No more than 20 lines.
The result ? Genius or Not.


19th April 2010

By Mark Brayley | 2010 April 19

A veil viewed
through diffuse sunsets;
bright white daylight
freezes a spewing firmament.
we are forced to see
the bits in between.

I once stood
on the edge
of a forest fire.
The scent of burning
yarra and red tingle
perfumed the sense
of urgent sexual
primordial defiance
in the face of hell.

Through a distant inferno
this memory flutters down
just as the ash fell
like warm snow.

Landscape, Senses, Memory, Sex, Ash

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