Fire the Imagination

FIRE THE IMAGINATION Mesmeric flames, coals aglow Warmth on the face , don’t want to go Burning coal and embers smoulder Outside room is getting colder Pull my chair somewhat close Moving flames me engross Watch its heart-pulse coalesce In orange metamorphosis. Eyes are fixed and far away Seeing men and girls at play: Mind creates dancing damsels Flowing round with shining candles, Sweeping swordsmen swooping swirling With shining sabres’ blades whirling, Sunsets, dawns and stormy skies Grow as blaze intensifies. My desire to watch camot be quelled A mesmerised moth I am held.