
Fire and Ice, or We, in a Devastated Land
Although festive,
our fire is still consuming.
Although cold,
the ice on the winter ground will melt.
What will be left of us,
in this devastated land
where emptiness wears us down?
(c) Mariya K, 2017
This was written after the prompt at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, for December 16, 2017
The final question creates the perspective.
This poems is powerful. What will be left of us indeed?
Alas, convincing in its bleakness.