Bonfire (Vicki Thornton)

Posted on April 6, 2011 by in Heightened Talk


from that first

delicate flame



dry twigs

curling over branches

hissing sap

snaps and cracks

as it forces itself upon the dead

then fire surges

snakes over logs

tongues leaves

eager for more

lusting for life

claims all before it

everything within its reach

smoke chalks the sky

embers fly upwards

spiral down in a smoky death

and slowly it consumes

devours until

hot white ash remains

and you search

for more

to burn