The Bonfire Beckons You
A warm poem
Embers whisper old tales
The hiss between the cracking and crackling reminds of old aches and memories between joints
As twigs snap from pressure and heat
There’s a dance between sizzle and smother
As smoke rises like a hand
Curving to cup the moon
Wisdom nestled between charred logs
Coals turned ashy from time cushion those stories
A hush settles around the flame in calm anticipation
For a tale cannot be rushed
Nor a spark hurried into survival
There’s a gentleness required in this destructive element
An understanding of give and take
Of life and death
Of care and destruction
Embers whisper of crushed essence
While flames waltz across star-filled sky
What a beauty of contradictions
What a delicate balance to maintain
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Thank you graciously for taking the time to read my poem. I had felt the need and itch to write but I didn’t quite know what about.
To be honest, I feel quite chilly and not the greatest, and perhaps I just craved some warmth. I’m not too sure where the idea of writing about a fire came from, but it was spontaneous and helpful. It scratched that itch!
I urge you too, to think about what you might need or want right now in this moment. How can you restore your balance? What is it that you desire but haven’t had the time to entertain? What is it that you feel is missing?
And then, write the poem.
This poem was originally published on Medium under my pseudonym Poet in the Arctic.
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Comments (19)
I missed this but stumbled upon it in the perfect moment. Warmth always a winner by me. I can completely ignore people griping about how hot it is. Heat is life! "...reminds of old aches and memories between joints." I'm rolling around in this one Oneg, it's a beauty! And your commentary at the end? Priceless AND timely! Gonna do just that and take...my...time. "For a tale cannot be rushed, nor a spark hurried into survival...What a beauty of contradictions. What a delicate balance to maintain." Mega thanks Dear One!
Great choice of words. Thirsty for more!
very nice! i was cold and now i'm toasty warm...and craving marshmallows!
Congratulations on Top story, this was so vivid and descritpive.
I think it's awesome. Wonderful insight to what can warm, emotionalize, mesmerize, and harm - all at the same time.
I think this is at once a comforting and a sensual poem. Lovely.
That was a wonderful scratch to an itch! Beautifully done! 🤍 Super congrats on Top Story!
Love this. Especially since you wrote it feeling chilly and decided to write about fire, such a cozy concept! Congratulations 🎉 on top story
Congrats on the TS
Fantastic!!! and Congratulations on your Top Story
Great work and Congratulations on your Top Story🎉🎉🎉🎉
gorgeous work Oneg, so utterly elegant!
I'm so happy this scratched your itch! It was a very beautiful poem!
Fantastic!!! Brilliantly written!!!💕♥️♥️
Beautiful piece. Well done, as always.
You had me at bonfire, Oneg. And you captured my delight with watching them marvelously.
Terrific! Very tenebrous!
That opening line 👌👌👌 Cracking and crackling…. a dance between sizzle and smother… There is something I really love about these pairings of words! A beautiful poem as a whole also ❤️🕊️✨
Just beautiful. Like a hand cupping the moon. What a fabulous visual