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Topic: Orange (the color) (11/19/09)
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TITLE: The Orange Flames Leap | Previous Challenge Entry
By Kathy Warnes
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Lilla
The orange flames leap
In the garden I
Stood warming my hands
While the soldiers sleep.
As they led Him near
I knew Him enough
Linked Him with Peter
With voice firm and clear.
From the cross above
A fierce orange sky
He spoke just to me
His voice filled with love.
Caleb
The orange flames leap
Watching my sheep I,
Fed the flames to keep
Them touching the sky.
Chased wolves from my sheep
I watched all night long
My eyes got heavy
Then I fell asleep.
I woke to angel band
Word of a child
I left orange embers
Hurried to Bethlehem.
Lizzie
The orange flames leap
My Mam named me autumn
She said my soul blazes like sunlight
Searing through autumn leaves.
Mam sobbed with dry blue eyes
When they dragged Pap away
In bottomless black chains.
The hearth fire melted orange tears
I fed the fire with my soul
It danced up the chimney
In fiery orange slippers.
Leaping down the river and railroad
I transformed green leaves
Into orange autumn edges.
Amanda
The orange flames leap
The fog
Winds a damp scarf around my neck
Smothers my words
Orange lantern pin prick
In front of the boat.
A splinter from the wooden oar
Burrows into my finger
Rowing drives it deep into my skin,
I row deeper into the river
Slash through the folds of night
Tear the bloody splinter from my finger
The fog spreads its blanket
On the beach
Smothering sand castles.
I wrestle the boat to shore
I aim my lantern at the fog curtain
Gently blow until the orange flame
Burns strong and steady.
Sandra
The orange flames leap
Later on that evening we went to a burned out ship
As if the Arizona at the other end of our mooring line
Wasn't burned out enough.
The U.S.S. Solace, our ship's name.
But what Solace is there in a burned away face?
No legs, a buddy blown to bits?
The commander said we must search for life
Amidst all of this death.
I searched and found
Bits and pieces of cloth, a few buttons
All that was left of lives.
The tears hit my eyes torpedo force
If only I could spray them over the orange water
To extinguish the flames.
I knelt down
Listening for life below deck,
Then I found it:
A small cross
Dented, covered with oil.
I wiped it off on my skirt.
It gleamed in the orange firelight,
A chaplain's shoulder cross
Reflecting the fires of orange hell
And the calm, steady eyes of a nurse.
The orange flames leap
Watching them apart
Life sometimes dims their color
Douses their ardor
Help me to rekindle
Your fire in my heart.
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