Written for Miz Quickly’s November Prompts Day #13 (X marks the spot)
on the ridge tops naked trees spread their fingers: grey chutes where souls once rushed ash-bent to the sky posses of clouds now hesitate at horizon’s bench screening the gardens of oblivion for certainly our eyes cannot abide beyond mountain bastions
Out of the Cave 
powerful bush fire reference: love the ‘ash-bent souls’ and the ‘gardens of oblivion’ ; the last two lines for me suggest the terror of the unknown —
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thanks, John. yes indeed. Every time we visit my parents’ place, I see those naked trees and I can’t help but remember…
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so thery were in the middle of it?
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Yes very much so. They got off lightly in the end – thanks to helicopters and lots of help. But many in their community had traumatic stories to tell.
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Yes I remember the Lucindale bush fires of 2009 where people I knew from the time I taught there perished. Still remembered 😦
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So awful. 😦
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