The
twist and curl of the flame
dances
wildly within my soul
Beating
down barriers
with
a solid and steady drum
Heating
the air and singeing my skin
with
a delicate yet powerful kiss
Tempting
with the flicker and flutter
distracting
my eye’s gaze
Listen
to the rhythm and thunder
of
the beat that has laid itself down
Your
feet at the base of this fire
toes
already beginning to burn
Wax
begins to drip
from
candles placed in a circle
Touch
it, it will leave a mark
proving
this was real
Wood
splintering, cracking
in
a cacophony of pops and snaps
A
bit like a fireworks show
lighting
up the sky
Stare
into the flame
and
be hypnotized by the dance
As
the flames curl up and around
everything
they touch
Drawn
to the heat, to the color of fire
drawn
to the rhythmic sounds
Slowly
inhaling the scent of smoke
the
smell as nature burns
Everything
peripheral invisible
as
I stare at the heart of the flame
The
darkness now a shadow
only
memories remain
Reminiscent
echoes
silenced
by the roaring fire
Unable
to draw away from the heat
the
air is far too cold
So
deeply drawn and warmly held
into
this cocoon of heat
My
body sweats, my breath comes quick
the
flames engulfing me~
Photo credit to Stu at: http://iseedeadpixels23.tumblr.com/
Oh my, Andrea. Fire is a good image for your poem. This is excellent.
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