Boys poke at fires
and that’s me tonight
throwing the brown coverlet aside
placing the glass
and poem down
getting up one more time
to poke at the fire
and bring it to flame.
I want it warm
and light tonight
something alive and crackling
smoky and full of life –
a roaring fire.
It’s why I’m up
one more time again
coverlet thrown
chair rocking
screen rolled back,
turning the log,
adding yet more kindling
to the dying flame.
Wondering,
if that’s God’s finger
I feel,
wanting something more
of me –
A warm, bright flame
sparking to life.
Peter Ilgenfritz
December 2013
Love the images!
You have so much to give, you won’t be able to rest for long before there is another poke!