‘Someone has a great fire in his soul and nobody ever comes to warm themselves at it, and passers-by see nothing but a little smoke at the top of the chimney and then go on their way’ – Vincent van Gogh
A fire roared in his soul.
All his neighbours saw was smoke;
they gossiped and had a little joke
on his behalf,
not feeling the heat of his passion,
the flames in his hearth.
He was born to glitter
once his star had expired.
Kim M. Russell, 2018
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: Let’s Fire it Up
Our host for the Quadrille this week is the Quadrille Queen, De, and she has chosen a flame of a word!