I dream of bonfiresof brittle kindling momentsincandescent youth’sunquenchable thirst for fire Of embers fed by longinghiss-spit of fire startersbattling winter’s frosty breathto no avail I awaken tothe haunt of woodsmoke, acridrepellant, absorbedby the tenuous fibersof life’s frail weave This is my response to the poetry prompt offered this week on Tanka Tuesday. The call was […]
