Fanning the Flames
Let the city burn, for I carry you
saving you from its bellicose sky
and empty streets.
Together we’ll watch the flame
burghers, those who never gave us
the time of day.
We’ll cross their final bridge,
behind. You will open to me, petal
Others, though curious, will never see
This poem was written as part of the surprise ekphrastic poetry challenge on Magritte.
Devon Balwit writes in Portland, OR. She has five chapbooks out or forthcoming: How the Blessed Travel (Maverick Duck Press); Forms Most Marvelous (dancing girl press); In Front of the Elements (Grey Borders Books), Where You Were Going Never Was (Grey Borders Books); and The Bow Must Bear the Brunt (Red Flag Poetry). More of her individual poems can be found here as well as in The Cincinnati Review, The Stillwater Review, Red Earth Review, The Inflectionist; Glass: A Journal of Poetry; Noble Gas Quarterly; Muse A/Journal, and more.
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