The shape was ominously grim. Black smoke with a fireball so huge. Giant hands in red and orange colors against the darkest night. A monster to my 5 year old mind. I was awaken abruptly and carried to the window. On the second floor, I can see the growing smoke against the sky. The commotion, screams and siren lights were jumbled, in one distressing picture. All our things were packed hurriedly, while we wait for the blazing fires in the nearby houses to die down. It would be some time before I could sleep at night by myself.
tattered leaves on grass
i ink colors on grey clouds
& ashes of yesterdays
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday and the theme is Childhood Experiences. Thanks to Jane (Lady Nyo) for helping us with the prompt and reading!