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
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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