I went out to the hazel wood, because a fire was in my head. And how. What a fire. It wasn’t the first time I’d gone out somewhere because of a fire in my head. In the Old Days, I was constantly walking out somewhere or other to put out some fire or other that was burning in my head. One of my favourite places was the beach. Those waves put out the fire pretty quickly, if you walk straight into them: a bit like lava when it flows into the sea. Cooling to basalt with a fiery sizzle. But we don’t live near the sea any more, we live near the hazel wood. I’m not sure it will have the same cooling effect on my hot head, so I’ve brought some matches just in case I decide to make the fire burn brighter.
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Written for dVerse
Tonight, Kim is hosting prosery and has asked us to include the lines “I went out to the hazel wood, because a fire was in my head” from Yeats’ The Song of Wandering Aengus. I couldn’t think of any way to make this not sound like a line from a poem, so I decided to use it as the opening to my flash fiction (which must be no more than 144 words, according to the rules of prosery).
The photo is of Kilauea volcano flowing into the sea from the Big Island of Hawaii. I’m lucky enough to have seen this sight for myself once, though I took this image from Pixabay (I don’t have digital copies of my Hawaii photos.)