I Saw The Smoke,

January 2016

I Saw The Smoke,


Watched, while it,

twist, and turned, within....

the flames.

Like a fiery, dervish,...... it spun !

Between the bodies, it do go.

Up the hill, and then, off back,

down below.

On the landscape, of .......hell.

You could hear, 

death's, hollow cackle.

As the branches, 



While gorse crackled.

Giajl © Jim Love 




View giajl's Full Portfolio