The goose and the firebrand threatened with incineration, their fate randomly written across the woodland
A blast of heat hits her, she rescues the goose, a reminder that a muse's power has no limits.
Ignited by a careless woodcutter, the tinder here already from the infestation of mountain pine beetle.
The sprinkler pipe on loan to the muse, from Mormon farmers to wet down the goose migration corridor.
Writers of today will see fire behavior situations that they've never seen in their careers.
The muse comes from a surge of wind and flame, sifting through charred trees, looking for the carboned wings of the goose.
The muse's expertise in fire ecology estimates regrowth patterns, counts lodgepole pine seed wings, leaving a blueprint design for future diversity.
The poet, to start to renew, serotinous and open only when heated, a poet's insurance policy that the poet will start renewal.
As for the goose, mother nature is her primary manager, life in the woodland is self-priming, a blackened forest from fire or oil refinery soot is a distraction.
Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, brainchild of Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties, flagship of Stone Creek Woman
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Reviews of "Goose of a Different Color"
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on February 26, 2006
A lot of metaphors within this stunning piece of literature. I took it that way and don't tell me I am wrong, let me "muse" my own way. A lifetime of sowning the seed and harvesting the bounty can be wisked away in an instant of drought, destroying the capablities of of the quill of the goose to compose, step back, look and rearrange the whole of the matter, the gist as it were. Wandering throughout the wasteland (ever read that poem?) of corrupted thought which makes it difficult for that Muse to find you and gather enough unburned particles of yourself to begin again, refreshed and on literary firebrand possibilities.
today as i walked on the beach today, a flock of geese passed overhead ... i thought to myself "what wonderful perfection" ... a policy any poet must continuously renew ...
super imagery, Sage ...
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on February 25, 2006
Your imagination has no limits and I remain spell bound to your writes :-)
The goose features in my Memoirs of an Astronaut Part 2, which I will publish tomorrow Sage...lols....:)
You and I are on a singular track these days...:)
This is a great allegorical tale which lights up the Den tonite !
I always come away from your Den renewed and equipped for the daily battle
Love that picture Sage !
Peter
Rovella is a beautiful woman with a cold heart whom blames herself for an unfortunate old family secret that is literally ruining her life. This secret impedes a gorgeous woman from having happiness in her childhood, and throughout her life. Dark sec
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super imagery, Sage ...
You and I are on a singular track these days...:)
This is a great allegorical tale which lights up the Den tonite !
I always come away from your Den renewed and equipped for the daily battle
Love that picture Sage !
Peter
Absolutely spellbinding; very well done! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D