from Firestorm, detonation
…perhaps that same bright spot growing
in our heart is not the wound we fear,
not blood clotted into an ochre sore,
left by the multiple hatreds of this world:
it is a fire that anneals and cauterises
the wickedness that drove the blade
that pierced our shallow hearts
when the earth was too young for love.
I wrote a quick contribution to Fin Hall’s latest Blot Mag (#3 - March 2026). The theme was ‘bright spot’ and this fragment is where I included those very words.
The whole will be available in the Blot itself, this is the nub of it…
…perhaps that same bright spot growing
in our heart is not the wound we fear,
not blood clotted into an ochre sore,
left by the multiple hatreds of this world:
it is a fire that anneals and cauterises
the wickedness that drove the blade
that pierced our shallow hearts
when the earth was too young for love.
© BH, 2026
I wrote a quick contribution to Fin Hall’s latest Blot Mag (#3 - March 2026). The theme was ‘bright spot’ and this fragment is where I included those very words.
The whole will be available in the Blot itself, this is the nub of it…
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