Corridors of Fire
by Frank Watson
Fingers run
Through the narrow corridors
Of your body
In tremors
Of broken land
Earthquake & fire
Blood & ice
Biting to the surface
Subdued jungle
Burning,  molten flow
Trees intact
Life intact
Pressing beneath the stars
In storms
A road to freedom
In death
And ash
And all that’s left
Until your say
Goodnight



All writings and translations are Copyright © by Frank Watson, also writing as "Blue Flute" (2011-2014).
Year: 
2013