Poem of the Day


Flame Trees


Come November

the flame trees

begin to wear their fire.

Over there a winking ember

peeps cautiously

from a green crown,

hinting at Christmas

and stirring nervous thoughts

of fire in green places,


while nearby, an extrovert,

naked through winter,

makes a spectacle of herself

in the full flare

of a brand new red dress.


How do I look?

she asks seductively,


and even the old Jacarandas

in their cool quenching blue

offer nothing but


©  Kate O’Neil
  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #3