Playing with fire

 


Playing with fire

Watercolour painting and original poem by Kieran Gonsalves (c) 2025

Not for nothing tis oft said, 'Don't ever play with fire'
It invariably unleashes one's best and worst desires
Emperor Nero callously fiddled even as Rome was burning
Guy Fawkes in failure became the face of rebellion in yearning
God smote debased Sodom with balls of fire in sheer disgust
Vesuvius erupted sans warning, smothering Pompeii in dust
The wheel and fire once propelled the human race over apes
Craftsmanship bloomed with art of all colours and shapes
Instead of making ploughshares, we chose to make spears
Waging endless wars and driving Mother Earth to tears 
Pray, O Prometheus, what prompted you to gift us fire? 
Has it become the curse of the devil, our funeral pyre?

Footnote: The painting was an innocent throwback to my joyous Scouting days when we camped and cooked food on an open campfire. The poem took a darker turn when I started introspecting about the destructive uses of fire


Comments

Anonymous said…
Reflections leave us better most times.
God bless and thanks for today’s uplifting message. (WhatsApp comment from a very dear friend)
Kieran said…
Art in it's purest form is meant to inform, entertain and sometimes to light a fire - Kieran
Anonymous said…
This is more that prolific excellence. The idea, the execution and the enegy to do it on a regular basis.
When excellence meets discipline and mental strength
Keep going Kieran. We are appreciating and clapping. It may not be obvious all the time but yes, we are.
(WhatsApp comment from a dear cousin)
Kieran said…
Thanks @⁨Albert da Costa⁩ - for being with me on this journey.

I started doing water colour for the first time in my life, at the pace of one-a-day, following the advice of my mentor - keeping it spontaneous and fun.

This exercise is extremely rewarding as it teaches me to live in the moment. Each day a blank sheet of paper to go with whatever catches my fancy

I have been blogging for some years now but the poetry thing is new.

Yesterday, one of Mum’s co-teachers said, ‘I haven’t met you in person but from your art and poetry, I can tell you are every bit Yvette’s son.’

That was so heartwarming to hear. God bless. - Kieran
Anonymous said…
Another inspiring message champ, [your] painting is absolutely top of the pileπŸ‘πŸΌπŸ‘πŸΌ (WhatsApp message from another dear childhood friend)
Kieran said…
Thanks heaps (I prefer heaps to piles which has a painful connotation πŸ˜…πŸ˜) - Kieran
Anonymous said…
Beautiful (Short WhatsApp comment from an artistic friend who doesn't believe in long winded messages)
Kieran said…
Thanks Sushmita. I blogged about one of my camping escapades at https://memoriesofpoona.blogspot.com/2023/03/picnics-of-poona-part-5-long-wai-from.html - Kieran
Anonymous said…
You are good, Kieran...as an artist and poetπŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘ (WhatsApp comment from an artistic friend)
Kieran said…
Thank you, Veronica. coming from an artistic person like you, I appreciate you sharing your feedback. Means a lot to me
Stay well
Kieran
Anonymous said…
Kieran, in your poem you have captured fire from the dawn of time to today’s world.
Fire is a good servant, but a bad master.
Fire is a good purifier, as gold will attest.
Also saptapadi around the holy fire, solemnizes matrimony. (WhatsApp comment from an alumni group)
Kieran said…
Thank you, @⁨~Anil Deora⁩. That’s what inspired the title. I was messing around with how fire has impacted humans - Kieran
Anonymous said…
Wow! Thats truly a journey from joyous youth to a troubled traverse of history and legend... (WhatsApp comment from an artistic friend)
Kieran said…
There’s so much to say on this topic, it’s a vast canvas - Kieran

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