dancing the fire alight in the evening

A poem a day, in September 2016 – #1

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with a flare and a flame
the little piece of pine
is on fire

crackle and a roar
take the breath right away
from the air

see the devils dance

(Dance!)
(Dance!)

turn and tumble
twisted contortions

(Dance!)
(Dance!)

coal glows red
sends ripples out
in semaphore

(Dance!)
(Dance!)

and the devils

(Dance!)
(Dance!)

yes the devils are aflame
in shimmer red

(Dance!)
(Dance!)

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© Frank Prem, 2016

Poem #2: three birds