Flames Of Love Poem by Felix Bongjoh

Flames of love
The fierce big monster
Approached,
Penetrating the woods
Behind the backyard,
Sweeping through the lawn
And onto the deck
Where, raising his head
In tuscan sun,
Dived to a point right
In front of their bed room.
Ripping apart everything along
A bewildered corridor.

As soon as he started
Leaping towards
The old couple's bed,
A loud explosive sound
Was heard at the main gate.
And in a flash, now
At the main door, where
An amber in a bumblebee
With a shade of cyber
Swarmed across in ghastly tatters.
Here some two true human forms
Stepped in and rushed out
The couple into the safety of the front lawn.

The couple watched
From outside
How the fire consumed everything
In the living room: the piano,
The wall-hanging crystals,
A wardrobe abandoned to charity
And to the next generation
Of whimpering hopes
Frolicking with pieces on life's chessboard,
Whose king was precious life
Itself, the simple air
They were breathing within a sphere
Of an unexpected freedom
That saw them lose everything.

A firefighter managed
To escape out of the burnt-out ruins
With an abandoned
Steel trunk, which not even a fidgeting hand
Had visited for ages.

And as the brave man emptied
Its contents onto the lawn
Where grass sat speechless in its peace of green,
Something caught the eye:
A costly, costless piece of nuptial diamond jewelry,
That diamond ring which grandma
Thought she had lost forever years ago.

Grandpa turned around
To her spouse
And said spontaneously:

The flames have taken everything
But the bond that bonds us to life,
Even when our hands
Are full of the desert's bareness.