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

 

 

A Plot of Earth

Garden

In response to the prompt A Plot of Earth

Small, Rectangular and Unassuming

hard to comprehend in the winter months, but

as the Mercury rises and the birds return

prized fruit begins to appear, first in flower , then in berry

even the black and white cat is pleased to see things grow,

sitting under the shadow of an acer tree

Potassium, Nitrogen and Phosphates

Lovingly turned into the soil by the gardener,

Over time , make the plants develop

Trees producing food for you and me, land their fruit

Softly on the ground – nice in a pie.

Perhaps the best time of day – spring winds

Lunging past the willows, bending

As birds pick up broken twigs, fallen

Navigating the trees for fixings for their nests

Towards the end of the day – they will construct but the

Sun is out, so on a perch they stay enjoying the flowers

Brian F Kirkham

June 2016