An ode to burning bridges
We build them up, just for them to be set ablaze.
We hear them crackling, carrying a stench of burning lumber,
Giving off an orange hue lighting up a desolate sky.
There are no stars tonight, no one but us and us alone, to witness,
The ash drifting down, like a gentle flurry the morning of a snow day.
It’s beautiful,
My god is it beautiful,
But truly devastating to witness.
Posted Dec 22, 2021, 1:33 AM UTC
Bridges are truly an amazing accomplishment for mankind. With no bridge, water is a nigh-impassable barrier to the land beyond it, and they have always been associated with a dream or a hope to get to the other side, or at least a sense of wonder about what may be there. For example, the Bifrost, the Rainbow Bridge, connects Midgard to Asgard, and a more modern example, the Golden Gate Bridge, can bring people to San Francisco, a city that houses an unimaginable amount of people from all different cultures and walks of life.
Burning a bridge implies a loss of whatever was on the other side, and it creates a sense of hopelessness that can hardly be recreated with a simple locked door. I like how this is mixed with the awe of seeing something burn up into enrapturing flames, and how it captures the urge to stare in amazement at something so terrible, truly a part of the human psychology.
With no stars to behold, there is nothing to distract from the fire, but there is also nothing filling the void created by it.
Very nice job in creating a fleeting moment that would have lasting implications for the watchers.