Amongst The Ash

Poetry

I set the torches in the trees Less I freeze amongst the weeds And if I lay amongst the hay Throw my ashes to the breeze I carry a club of hard ash If I’m set upon I will thrash I am free to mourn the trees For in nature there is no trash Used and reused For fire and forest refuse If tall trees in the forest fall I’ll lay down amidst the mildew

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I am Velvel Yaakov. I write pros usually in the genres of sci-fi and fantasy with heavy Irish and Jewish theological and mystical influences. I seek to explore and learn more through every word I write.