Primal
Why do bonfires make us gaze
With glassy stare
Into the blaze
Why do we peer into the pyre
As if writhing air
Had words limned in fire
Words enchanted…writ in haze
Scribed by fiery fingers
In portentous primal ways
Flames dancing to a cosmic song
That tugs one’s heart
And soul along
Until the pop… and snap of ember
Brings one back
And do we remember?
Not one whit…nor tiny bit!
Of where we were
Whilst it held our spellbound
…Spirit…
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Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2018
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