The fire pushed me
And gently shook me
It seemed to mock
And tried to shock
It cajoled and played
My mind it flayed
It poked some fun
And tales it spun
Offered to take
I couldn't forsake
Not burn away
What I'd have stay
It tried to guide
And blind I cried
That it was wrong
A tricksy song
For fire dances
Springs and prances
A fickle tune
By light of moon
But it was true
A clear view
I didn't listen
Tears glisten
And now I wake
It was not fake
Just took a while
To clear denial
The fire is gone
But not its song
An ember burns
And time it turns
I'll light once more
Those flames so tall
The Sacred Fire
To change, inspire
I'll offer up
What it would sup
It will burn bright
Soon one night
And cleanse away
Come what may
The fog of mind
That makes me blind
I hope to rise
Renewed and wise
Or peace maybe
To make me free
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Poems from the road
PoetryPoems I write whilst out walking or cycling, reflecting a range of topics and emotions. 1) Anger 2) Autumn (almost a haiku) 3) Halloween 4) Secret Waters 5) Invitation
