Krakatoa by Theresa C. Newbill
Transient colors fling
amid a circle of unfolding
insect-wings, pacing
under the silent insomnia
of luminous stars. Dipping waves of rings
aerial whispers of purple
spins, sink
into ever-mingling dyes
of purest play. Transformed cones of speckled
white, pumice falls by sacred
rite,
as mystic creatures
maze and guide the way. Dancing fires celestials know
a watchful sprite salutes
and shows,
the varying vanities
that hang in bluish air. A wise man’s passion,
a vain man’s tale,
a sylph that warns the pitying
audience
the threats of fate; while Themis suspends her golden
scales, weighing the wits of men,
directing pungent grains
of ash and dust
with angst and hate.
Theresa C. Newbill is a is a self described free spirit and former elementary school teacher turned writer. Her work has been widely published in various print and online magazines and she has received numerous awards for her writing.
