Campfire

The sparks blazing in the night,

Shooting into the dark,

The smoke billowing up into the sky,

Curling and unfurling itself among the trees,

The flames licking at the air,

Twisting and reaching up like hands,

The warmth radiating outward,

Bathing my outstretched hands in its heat,

The golden light washing over our faces,

Chasing away the shadows,

I sit watching the flames flicker,

Becoming bigger and smaller,

Like a creature breathing in and out,

I watch it char the wood and newspaper we used to set it alight,

And I’m reminded of the destruction it causes,

Houses, trees, animals, people,

Have all been engulfed by its searing heat,

I can almost hear the screams of its past victims,

I can almost see the devastation left in its wake,

And I fill up a bucket with some water from the pump across from our campsite,

And use it to snuff out the fire,

The beast sizzles and hisses,

And fades into a blackened pile of ash.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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poemtheart Avatar
February 10, 2020 at 11:11 PM
Powerfully penned with good imagery. A pleasure to read.. :)
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June 5, 2020 at 11:03 AM
Thank you. That means a lot :)
Turner Avatar
January 21, 2020 at 2:19 PM
Very interesting. I never would have compared a campfire to a beast. I like out of the box poetry. I once wrote a poem entitled Friendly Fire. It goes a completely different direction. Nicely penned.
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January 21, 2020 at 2:30 PM
Thank you! That means so much coming from such a talented poet :)
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