Bones of the fire

There is something powerful about sitting around a fire with your peeps and watching the evolution of the fire as the night pours on. Enjoy the poem.
Bones of the fire
Bones of the fire

Robust limbs and trunks
tangled in a mound
licked by elemental fire
releasing tree chi
into rolling flame

Spent down to pulsing bones,
ash crust
shirted over liquid wood
like a heart beat
boom, boom, boom.
The bones of the fire
linger in the dark.

When the fire settles
into its bones
like a dying star,
the conversation deepens.
Our bones too begin to show.
Raw energy burned off
until the thick rich oil flows
from our mouths,
from pulsing heart to pulsing heart.

The bones of the fire
bond us
since ancient times
our backs to the cold dark
faces lit by shared embers.

We feel the mortality of each other.
Midnight comes,
the bones return to ashes
dust to dust
And we are changed,
soaked through with the energy
of trees and fire and kinship.


About createthedawn

Dawn’s calling is for her poetry to “light the gloomy corners of the world.” She writes custom poems life events important to you. Dawn also facilitates writing workshops both online and face-to-face, is a dynamic speaker on inspiration, innovation, change, and healing. Dawn believes in the power of poetry to process, to focus, to align, and to find our way to happiness and fulfillment. Thus, her business and her blog are called: create the dawn.
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