I woke up and forgot it was October
On the front steps, I shook a little less
Than the last time we decided to rush
A season, shaking branches and wearing
Sweaters with the sun beating down
Tomorrow, it still won’t feel like home
But I am learning that nothing does
Except for autumn and that first cool morning
Where the air smells like it did when I was ten
Before I knew that life would ever feel as unreal
As it does now, standing on one side of a door
Stirring up the courage to pull it shut

REFERENCE: A blue flame colour means complete combustion. This indicates that the gas is being burned efficiently without any unburned and wasted gas.
A red or yellow flame is a flame being starved of oxygen, creating incomplete combustion.

BLUE FLAMIN'
You came to me in a slow burnin’ way
Parched and left to decay
A starved of oxygen kind of soul
Across the floor, through the door
Your face came into view
All alone in a ghostly hue
An ignition of interest
An unexpected spark
A small yellow flame
Slow and steady from first mark
Catching and burning
Tender in motion and rising high
More air, you burned fast
Yellow flamin’ up to the sky
There for a while.
Glimpses of the blue flame
A phantom in fright

Written by Marcela Guajardo 6th March, 2021

I sat with another clip board, another list
welcoming those whose once small faces,
mad dashes, hot tears
and cold contempts
rattled these walls for five years

Some had beards, some hips, brio,
some adult eyes
that took two or three glances to recognise
the child still in

Almost all had smiles

Behind them, trooping colour to the tennis courts,
their summer school scions
began their own gangly rise
ad infinitum

~
connected particles settling

as evidence

of the blissful graze

the brush with chemistry

the aftersome

and there the flashover

reframing time

by the warm places

one isolated touch sends you to
~