Firelight

creature comforts on a cold night when
power fails, just fire light. A dragons breathe
plays.

Orange blossom bloom, shadows jump
on the blank canvas of a bare wall.

A log tips and falls and sparks rise in a pall
behind smoked glass.

The sound of wind and rain a comfort on a
tin roof, proof of life beyond the glow of
shadows.

Listen for the wolves howl where no wolf has
stood in six hundred years but would step
tonight whole from a dream of flickering
firelight

© Dave Kavanagh 2016

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