Black lumps struck
ignition mode
small glow
yellow
it grows
hissing like a snake
as heat touches wood
sizzling
crackling
eating up twigs
long black stick
poke
poke
giving life to the glow
oxygen fed
tall wide
orange gold
flames
light up
the room
cupping and licking
large chunks of wood
freshly cut that morn
the hungry flames
their heat eats away
at the grain
brown to black
to ash
as the flames
now fed
ebb away
red glowing
balls of black
are all that remain.
fiery words, wonderful
😊 A fine, deeply thought out poem, Jess!