Every summer, the mercury rises a couple of notches higher. Life on the planet sizzles under its sweltering heat. The sun shines on with gusto, exhaling a blazing inferno. By evening, the crimson golden lava from its scorching gaze, intertwines with the blue horizon, blanketing it under a fiery glare. It bleeds red hot ire.
hot summer evening
splash of feral livid trail
a marmalade sky
Dusk explodes across the horizon
as the waning rays of the sun, bids adieu for the day,
with a burst of blazing orange inferno,
as the aqua waters, drink in its feral beauty.
Standing by the silhouette of the lighthouse,
I scan the horizon till its periphery,
to absorb the beauty of this ephemeral artistry,
before the tableau of hues,
is devoured by the inky darkness.
In response to Kat’s twittering tale # 69 . The challenge is : “This week, bringing back a stack of book titles for our challenge. Pick one title…or a few or all and tell me the story behind the words in 280 characters or less. See you at the roundup next week. Happy reading and writing! Have a great week!”
My take on the prompt:
Initially a small flickering flame, the fire soon developed into a raging inferno, blazing with all its fury, sparing none in its path, hungry, fiery, intense, exploding, scorching, on a rampage, choking the air, bellowing dark smoke in fifty shades of grey!
Letter count : 256
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