Fiery Light-Andaree
Hot to hold; a flame of gold glowing so bright,
spitting sparks into the unlit night.
Bending – leaning – dancing wave
standing tall and brave;
crackling - warm
light.
Insects swarm
into dooming plight,
soon they are gone, out of sight
into hot flame, deadly- full of bite.
Hot to hold; a flame of gold glowing so bright.
Copyright © 2015 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Fifth Place Winner ~ "The Andare – Contest II” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Oct. 17, 2015
Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2015
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