Volcano

Volcano
Last night the mouth of the earth spewed up fire. 

One girl said she felt strange, her limbs heavy. 
She said her blood, "felt like turning into honey."

When she burst into blossom we were on the volcano.
Her cry was more like a trumpet, it came out of mouth
turning from mouth into petalled coronet.

The end of it was nothing 
but the tremble of a white flower on a vine.

JL Williams

from Condition of Fire (Exeter, Shearsman, 2011). 

Reproduced by permission of the publisher.
JL Williams

Poet and performer JL Williams is particularly interested in expanding dialogues through poetry across languages, perspectives and cultures and in cross-form work, visual art, opera and theatre.

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