Maher, as always, your narration is incredibly clear and brimming with emotion. I cannot imagine the devastation, just as I cannot imagine the outrage at the prime minister and the decision to refuse funds to these heroes.
I truly cannot imagine such a loss, such a fear, and such endangerment. A "red hell" indeed. I thought about the title too. It's so simple, it seems understated but like it works for the poem since it encompasses a great deal more than just the "flames". It tells of the pain, anguish, everything of the country and its people. And the cycle through which the politicians don't seem to be learning to have done something ahead of time.
Thank you, I'm glad some of the emotion came through. Thankfully I'm in a safer area compared to others, but there's still a very real threat to Sydney if the heatwaves & winds keep up. It certainly is scary, but much more so for the towns in this poem who have been decimated and evacuated further South from here.
I have a dear friend of 20 years that lives in Wollongong, she has been keeping me posted of her safety. My heart has been with all of you and daily I have been kept informed by my friend Sue. Reading this poem I clearly felt the sorrow and loss, I cant begin to imagine how everyone is feeling but I felt it within this beautiful poem. Hugs to you my friend
Some positive news for you though, it rained last night and the weather seems to be slowly reverting from dry to neutral conditions. The rain has helped the firefighters somewhat and the RFS commissioner believes we've seen the worst of it and that things should start to get better. The major fires in Wollemi (NW of Sydney) and the Blue Mountains (West) should hopefully be contained by the end of this week. The Shoalhaven fire heading toward Wollongong is still active, but the RFS & Fire NSW services have dedicated more resource to that front and it's currently being controlled. Friday could prove to be an issue, but nothing like New Year's Eve.
And of course, thanks to the American and Canadian firemen and women who gave up their holidays with their families to help us. We are incredibly grateful for their sacrifice and service :)
Such a detailed and strong poem. It strikes a perfect balance between factual documentation and an emotional outcry, full of pain and frustration. Really appreciated the rhythm to keep the narrative engaging next to the realistic imagery.