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The camp fire burned brightly in the cool air Flames leaping to touch the sky Our eyes transfixed as we sit entwined Watching the little sprites dancing around The yellow glow of phosphorescence Bathes our faces and gives a strange But healthy brightness, eyes sparkling Lips drawn back in a grin, watching Many times the central flames danced in unison Then on their own, looking to be the best The tallest, the most active, the restful Flicker in the night then streak upwards Competing with the stars yet such a new light An old light, primeval and reliably warm Protective, dissuasive to wildlife, they too Enthralled by the crackle of the hot licking flames Three feet away our toes curl, enjoying the heat The comfort of the enveloping energy Every element a paradox of danger versus cosiness Gripping our fingers, soaking up the radiated waves Hands stretched out at arms length, spread fingers Rubbing together and pushing back the hair in our faces Cheeks rosy, clothes giving that just ironed smell Evocative and basic, life-giving and wondrous
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Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 6:48 PM UTC
Camp fire
The camp fire burned brightly in the cool air Flames leaping to touch the sky Our eyes transfixed as we sit entwined Watching the little sprites dancing around The yellow glow of phosphorescence Bathes our faces and gives a strange But healthy brightness, eyes sparkling Lips drawn back in a grin, watching Many times the central flames danced in unison Then on their own, looking to be the best The tallest, the most active, the restful Flicker in the night then streak upwards Competing with the stars yet such a new light An old light, primeval and reliably warm Protective, dissuasive to wildlife, they too Enthralled by the crackle of the hot licking flames Three feet away our toes curl, enjoying the heat The comfort of the enveloping energy Every element a paradox of danger versus cosiness Gripping our fingers, soaking up the radiated waves Hands stretched out at arms length, spread fingers Rubbing together and pushing back the hair in our faces Cheeks rosy, clothes giving that just ironed smell Evocative and basic, life-giving and wondrous
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Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 6:48 PM UTC
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