Concrete Poems

The Forest Fire

A match, still hot, carelessly hit the ground and a flame grew tearing up the grounds, crawling up trees and spreading rapidly. The crackling and crashes of the fire destroyed the forest with sparks flying in all different colours as if performing a deathly dance. All the rage of the fire is easily shown as the monstrous flames tear and devour the path, leaving in its shadow, a trail of dead forest.

Roaring, hissing and spitting out sparks. The endless fire grew and grew no matter what. A mixture of colours filled the sky as well as the heat fuming up in front of you. The flight of the sparks zooming out of the fire as if they were invisible bumble bees, and the forest fire dancing and flailing, making trees of all sorts fall to the forest floor and burn naturally, making the fire bigger and bigger.

The autumn leaves already had fallen and now the fire was eating and munching on them as though the leaves covering the forest floor had never been there. (Gabrielle)

The Forest Fire

The tiny ember flew off the barbeque, then suddenly there was fire everywhere. It engulfed the hut, roaring through old, battered tree trunks. It crept through the trees, darting under dead leaves just waiting for the moment when it could consume the greatest of all trees, spitting out the dying embers.

The flames billowed out like a mighty ship’s sail winding around the trees. It climbed up through hollow trees and devoured even the highest branch. The fire blazed through the forest, scorching trees.

Fire engulfed huge trees, setting them on fire in an instant. You could hear the hissing, crackling sounds from a mile away.

After the fire had finally been put out the smell of smoke hung in the air. Blackened leaves lay on the ground. Embers and ash were scattered everywhere. Smoke was so thick you couldn’t see very far in front of you. The forest had been full of life and now it was dead, empty, bare. (Indigo)