Flickers and Flames

Flickers and Flames

Fireside dust supports more than my weight,

lean back buttressed on arms gently straight.

Moody for night’s sky, fire braids out its line,

seared yellow candle strips bend and shine.

Orange whip lasso gripped by Red’s sprite,

fire’s sacred fuel crackling pop in delight.

Giddy flares wiggle twirling in heat’s sigh,

fade on canvas of Milky’s wayward sky.

Crisp wish soaked winks applaud in flickers,

and flames blush as a new fuel frees more cinders.

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