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  • Writer's pictureTony Frobisher

The Volcano (He Sang In Shadows)

The Volcano (He Sang in Shadows) And he sang as rivers ran In fire and smoke And sang as he choked On heat and tears As every fear came true He sang in shadows Of the end and beginnings He sang and the rain fell red Through future memories That smoked and charred In endless burning fields He sang a mournful cry Lamenting that which had lived But now was desperate lost Buried forever at one with the earth He ran and sang in shadows ____________________________

A poem of escape from torment that never leaves.

I am currently working on my first novel. Writing a novel requires not only creativity, but the spark of imagination, the flame of desire and the heat of a passion to complete what is a daunting task.

Suffice to say a volcano will be formative in my first written novel....To be completed by the end of 2018. That is the goal. May the desire never cool.

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