Burn

Camping, Fire, Outdoor Pursuits, Outdoors, Poetry

Burn

the triangle a simple one

heat air and fuel

started by a little spark

amongst the smallest of shavings

 

Little flame eating

everything around it

kept at bay

by logs and bricks

 

Starting off slowly

the flames begin to grow

dining on everything near it

apart from the Billy can above

 

bread on a green stick

changes with the dancing flames

from dough to delight in seconds

with help from the makeshift grill

 

smells of the barbecue

rise in the air

as backwoods sausages

add fuel to the flames

 

light and warmth

dancing slowly in the moonlight

till all that are left

are the glowing impish coals

 

staff of life

the end of life

for the fire that maintained life

Round the campfire circle

 

 

Detonate

Acrostic, Architecture, Poetry

Detonate

Salford 29th May 2017

An acrostic for todays daily post from Inky.
Dibnah, a man known for knocking down chimneys

even as the foundations burned…he watched

today, it’s oh so different as charges are laid

out in a pattern

neat in stacks and co ordinated in

a way the building collapses in on itself

the great man would be mightily impressed … but

exciting as in his day ? Not as much