Spirits Ignite, Inferno Lights
crackle, smoke lifting off wood,
licks of ember rise in a silent grove
clearing where we gather 'round
chairs, folded out, feet towards
a fire, from a spark, 'til bon',
speaking of tales past,
yet locked in present
words leave lips
wicks burnt, whispers
over a charred lore
into night, we pour
our being, ourselves
spirits ignite,
inferno lights.
4/16/23 – Andy McRae
Tag: flames
Red Horizons
Red Horizons Red horizon, all throughout Crispy, burnt to the ground. Burning seas of smoke, Everywhere we look A world in flames. Knocking, knocking, The skeletal hand at the door Drops the broken clock at our feet. 1/20
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