The White Owl saying 2

Fire is dangerous

but not if you are the fire
said the white owl

My fire sits on a red chair
and I am not consumed

They say the holy fire requires
sacred mantras, holy pourings

and no ordinary twigs
but the inner most brittle bones

of my lazy body
and an overactive mind

that makes the flames go up
turning me into a heap of grey ash,

like my wings
said the white owl.

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poem by Prathibha Nandakumar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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