A string of pearls across Carn Brea,
Shining red at night in May,
Burning gorse but people pray,
The flames will go no further.
Tenders fly up Wilson Way,
Fire fighters hope the blaze will stay,
Far from homes around Carn Brea,
And danger will be over.
Awake I am for early rise,
The smeeching smoke taints the skies,
A blackened slope awaits my eyes,
‘Till regrowth furze and clover.
M.S.Clarke 31th May 2015
