Bonfire
on a cold clear night
they huddle close together with
scorched fronts and icy backs
eyes reflecting the flames in ruddy faces
woodsmoke permeating hair and clothes
fine grey ash coating eyelashes
the huge fire consumes noisily
above glowing red eyed coals
racing tongues of flames blaze
in hypnotic sinuous movement
a flickering dance of orange gold yellow
a twister of smoke writhes upward
into the night sky
dragging sparks like stars inside it
the transfixing power of bonfire
a living breathing entity
dangerously thrilling
the primal part of man watches in awe
19 September 2022
Fall Flavours Poetry Contest
Theme... Having a Bonfire
Sponsor.. Regina McIntosh
Copyright © Julie Draper | Year Posted 2022
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