Mask

In the intersection between
earth and air—in the space between
coming and going, was and to be—

The other side is inverted
consumed created inserted—
energy takes form—threshold, key–

Opposites crushed in collusion–
time transfigured by illusion—
door opening to nobody.

Sue Vincent’s photo prompt, above, was the inspiration for my poem and art.  I painted the fire, then cut it into squares, rearranged it, and stitched it together.  The poetry form is nove otto.

I don’t know why, but this photo reminded me of The Crazy World of Arthur Brown.  Is that his hat burning…?