A volatile air
to an already tense
and highly charged atmosphere 
Whilst some forces
now feel on the edge,
needing only a spark to ignite,
others lie dormant
damp and extinguished

Spontaneous combustion
from its own sources
sometimes creating mystery,
intrigue and a baffling conundrum
Killing point, autoignition
An unexplained phenomenon
Human combustion without rules?

High point, low and fire point
All sometimes not conforming here
The pressure of this atmosphere
now rising again
Reaching flashpoint


◄ Fairy Cakes, Butterflies and High Tea

International Women’s Day Poem Extract ►


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