untitled poem by Bob MacKenzie Phoenix in the garden with an apple, Water glass, Pandora's box, and wind, Burn me in your flame and I will burn you, Candle in the night, aflame, aflame! I have held your heart in forest dapple, Watching flames devour the golden find; Icarus was no such moth as turns to summer fire to burn and so to maim! Phoenix, am I Icarus, so entwined, Burning and plummetting now, urn to Bear your ashes and wait more of the same After festive times when I have dined, Eaten Phoenix in the garden, learned to Enter in the forest's golden game? published: Alberta Poetry Yearbook, 1973 Tweed [Australia], 1974 |