Fire Fun
A poem about enjoying a campfire.
By Madison NewtonPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
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Furious flames,
flamboyant, funneled ferocity.
Friendly fragments flail, flying
free from fiery fortifications.
Fluorescent familiarity,
folded firework festivity.
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Madison Newton
I'm a recent graduate of Stony Brook University with a degree in Environmental Humanities and Filmmaking. I love writing and storytelling, and I love sharing my work so I can continue to improve my written voice.
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I really like 'Fluorescent familiarity' and I can't fully explain why. Campfire season is coming soon, thanks for the 'warm up' Madison. 😀