Shredded paper to start the blaze
twigs and pinecones entice each tongue
of flame
to lick
then rage.
Roasting food on sticks
- stars above and coals below -
the fire flaming wild but tamed
inside the cage. Sticks
sing, branches snap, greenwood
smokes and hisses. Fuel
spent, the embers ripple
heat and speak of
what they'd do to skin
with red-hot
kisses.
3 comments:
I wanted to write something else about fire and embers and sparks, but this was all that came out. Sorry for the clichés etc.
You shouldn't be sorry for what you create, Andie. It worked for me..I envied the sight & sounds of these flames..how I love fires!
I like the energy of this piece, and the sound (snap, hiss -- though I wonder if you could push these a bit further?). In line 6, I'd like to see a bit more precision -- what kind of food? what kind of sticks?
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