Vitreous enamel on copper, $80
Mother nature’s wildfires are an epic force of nature and in character–anti-hero. Not so, the wildfire of passion. Read on:
WILDFIRE by Nosheen Irfan
With your fire My heart is alight I implore you Let it burn Till the end of time For it has taught me To love, to feel To rejoice, to heal Its hot tingle is no pain Its leaping flames are a balm Melting my heart softly Turning it to gold Like the sun’s glorious hue A fireball, untamed till it lasts So is my heart Raging uninhibited Unheeded to the wind’s whispers But I’m afraid Unreasonably, perhaps morbidly That it’s burning itself to black soot For what if you don’t care No more, to keep it going As it grows Beyond the wildfire of your imagination What if you say From fire to ashes It will be, some day If not today.