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Cherryfire Phlox
A luminous pattern of embered petals unfolds into a living trellis, where fire and form meet in quiet reciprocity. Inspired by cycles of renewal, Cherryfire Phlox reflects the hidden exchange between depletion and restoration—where even the faintest spark may rise and flourish once more. Its symmetrical floral geometry, rich in warm burgundy, plum, and golden hues, blends flowing, Art Nouveau–like curves with stained-glass structure, while subtle shimmer and layered textures create a tactile, softly radiant surface.
What sustains the risen being
Who from the ashes rushes through
The edge of breathing,
Fire seething,
Blazing red, gold, yellow, and blue
In forests old, I’ve heard it told,
A blossom bright, both sweet and sour
Within the glade, in cover of shade,
Is the sole source of its power
The being, triumphant, resurrected,
Burns hot and bright, then fades from sight
The power spent to pierce the veil
Now leaves it dim, and unprotected
Like moth to flame, the creature came,
Endowed with some inherent skill,
To sense the blossom’s hidden place,
Nestled in the glade so still
Not sight, nor taste, nor sense of smell
Nor faculty we know so well
Detects the blossom Cherryfire,
Lest others feast—and it expire
When the last breath drawn was gone
And nothing stirred amongst the ash
A seed upon the forest floor
Its vigil started, sprouting fast
The Cherryfire lay in waiting
Bud closed tight, anticipating
That embers, dimmed, would glow once more:
A signal to the forest floor
The flower, unfurling, its banners out-turning
A vibrant medallion in scarlet aglow
Each of its six petals, with iron wire edges
Terminates with a shimmering fleuron below
The flower’s fleurons send a sign
That flickers in the creature’s mind
A nourishment for dimming sparks
More urgent now with passing time
Ascending high above the trees
No sooner knowing how or why
Locks on the path it must pursue,
Then sets off, streaking ’cross the sky
Drawn to the glade, now draped with shade
That holds the treasure, sour and sweet
The being descends, glides and lands,
Cherryfire laid at its feet
The ferns and fiddleheads part ways
Revealing what they were concealing
Laid in wait to meet its fate
Arriving on this day of days
Suspended from the wire stems
Hang the fleuron’s fruited gems
With shimmer stirred by beams of light
A craving answered in one bite
Had curious eyes spied on the pair,
(The creature streaming through the sky
And Cherryfire, waiting there),
They’d see a flash, a spreading flare,
Both beast and bush, electrified
Relief not guaranteed, but won
This union under setting sun
Feathers fully saturated
Strength renewed and unabated
Cherryfire Phlox, transformed
Rippling through its roots reborn
From center out, an ornate trellis
Creeping ’cross the forest floor
* * *
Lest you fear your work’s in vain
Dissolving in tomorrow’s rain
Or plant a seed that fails to sprout
Lamenting lack, within, without
Take heart from Cherryfire and bird
The hopefulness within these words:
Where ravens mourned the nevermore,
The Phoenix answered: “Rise once more—
And from the ash, ascend and soar.”