flicker… #poetry

Flicker the log that burns for warmth,

The sitting room is cosy,

I’ll watch the flames, and think of names,

Until I’m warm and dozy.


Smoke first spirals upward,

Perhaps the faintest glow,

Then oxygen it feeds it,

And flames begin to show,

Gorging on the fuel it’s fed,

Destroying, killing all,

The fires glow, glorious show,

I sit and watch, enthral.