Burning Bush Turn aside. Just turn aside engage with the wonder and mystery grapple with the strangeness of it. Turn aside, feel flames kiss your cheeks as the flames in your heart leap. Gulp it down, that old foe fear – all you are doing is looking. The bush was ablaze before you ever came near. Turning aside is not much just pagan curiosity, a lump in the throat dogged willingness, roughshod. Turn aside. Just turn aside a little moment, short breath-span lean in to hear perhaps just the wild beating of your heart crackle of fire or else the burning whisper, call of your name.
Rachel Grandey, originally from North-East England, studied literature, linguistics and anthropology before moving to South-East Asia to teach English. She enjoys sea-gazing, bird-watching, tea-drinking and early morning forest-exploring. Her proudest literary achievement to date is winning a signed Manchester United football in a poetry competition at the age of fourteen. Her poetry has been published in Vita Poetica.
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