…and I set the grass on fire

out in the meadow

in the hope of raising smoke signals

so you might see my concerns,

you left me without defences, no timber

to build shelter, no army to stand alongside,

only hope that once the short fuse

was lit, that the grass grew black

and blazed for a second or two

before burning out

you might find the signal

as it melted away

into the clouds above.

 

Ian D. Hall 2018