smoulder of smoke
candle burning brightly
memories triggered by scents
of orange, cinnamon, pine
dance in rhythmic flame -
and I lose myself
until the last wisp of wax
has burned away.
Thanks for reading day 3 of the advent calendar of poems. I hope your December is going well.
Golden sands were painted coal-dust black
the day I found the flint
it called to me
like a flame draws a moth
I knew then my purpose
but setting the world ablaze
doesn’t come easy
often fires splutter out sparks
and embers fade
before they become effective
so I became patient
striking the firestone
when it really mattered
like the day I found her
and saw the kindling catch
behind her hazel eyes
the inferno still
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The flames weren’t suffocating
it was the walls
and when they crumbled
under the honey-gold furnace of freedom
my claustrophobia burnt to cinder
feeding the land renewed life
growing vines to reach out
to the world.
It’s been a while since I posted a poem to my site, I’ve been very busy with other projects, but now I have some time to bring my focus back to my poetry.
Anyway, I hope you like the new stuff I’m releasing in the coming weeks.
It’s a grim, murky grey out in the world; as the waving flames from the birchwood fire keeps us warm indoors – our cheeks rosy, rosier than Santa’s hat; Bing’s on the radio, his voice velvet and relaxing; amid the rustling Holly and ivy wrapping paper, and tearing kraft-tape; the Christmas lights could send me to sleep, twinkling slowly, mesmerising; but there’s prep to do; a ginger cake to bake, and toffee sauce to create, – both from scratch; the temptation of a powenap is stronger still; the Nordic Sherpa blanket’s just been draped over me; and I’m toastier than a marshmallow;
– well 5 minutes of snoozing won’t hurt, I’ll just have a couple more quality street first.
I hope you enjoyed this poem and my Haiku Advent Calender. I’ll be releasing another poem on Christmas Eve along with a final haiku.
I’d just like to say a huge Merry Christmas and a Feliz Navidad.
and the spectrum of flickering flames and hot embers
because I’ve always loved
dancing in the fire.
Thanks for taking the time to read my poem, originally wrote as part of #TopTweetTuesday on twitter, this is a farewell to Summer and a warm welcome to Autumn. Please feel free to leave a comment if you liked it or have any constructive critique.
a dispassionate mound of glaucous ash the warmth lost ready to die out at any moment
a scattering of embers the reminder of warmth we shared when flames flickered in frivolity kissing and caressing kindling and coal when white,gold and ochre danced as strong as they could for as long as they could to the gentle chaotic rhythm of crackling shades of silver in the hearth silently whispering Live Life Like The Fire.
I hope you’ve enjoyed reading this poem and are having a great day.