Written by: romeo naces


Thin, wiggling whiffs of smoke 
     sting my bleary eyes.
I try to stoke back to life embers 
     on the sand.

Now tiny tongues of flame sway, 
     twist and wiggle
like snakes through parched leaves, 
     devouring dry twigs,
and sooty pieces of brittle pebbles, 
     lumps of earth.

My shadow shivers and shrivels 
     away far behind me
As the dusk broods, darkens and 
     deepens into ink-black night.

I gaze up and peer at the darkness 
     beyond the bonfire.
The clear call of unseen cuckoos 
     and the ticktack tapping
of a faraway woodpecker in the woods 
     have died down.