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Monday Poetry Prompt: Fire

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I’m traveling and last night the fire department came to visit the hotel in which I was staying. There had been some electrical troubles which knocked out the elevators so I didn’t worry too much when the fire alarms began sounding but when I heard sirens drawing closer I thought it best to evacuate.

So, this week let’s write a poem about fire. There’s both beauty and danger in the flame, perfect for poetry. Post your gift from Prometheus in the comments below.

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker was born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough, North Carolina where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.

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7 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Fire

  1. When I was four years old I asked
    Grandpa, how do you make a fire?
    Well, he said, you need two things to make a fire
    Dry wood and a flame

    I keenly watched
    as he put the wood in the fireplace
    stacking it in tidy rows
    like a log cabin being built
    to be sacrificed in this one act

    He then put in paper
    between the spaces of the wood structure
    Grandpa, you put paper in there…
    Is that another element to make a fire?

    Element? Where did you learn that word?
    Yes, it’s something I use

    With my newly minted eyeglasses
    seeing the world now clearly
    I moved closer to the opening of the fireplace
    watching his placement
    adding to the stack

    He turned back to fireplace
    and reached for something else
    pinecones… soaked in resin

    Are pinecones another element to make a fire?

    Do you know what that word means?
    I shook my head yes
    proudly saying I learned it in school

    He stopped, looked at me
    wondering what thoughts must be going on inside that little head
    a realization that he had forgotten with his own children
    that this little guy was
    his own person

    Yes, he said… Pinecones are an element of making a fire

    He brought out his Zippo lighter
    and touched the flame to the pinecone
    as the cabin burned down
    for greater cause
    of our Thanksgiving fire.

    —–

    The flames had finally died down
    on my own cabin’s pyre
    built in the outdoor chiminea
    in my suburban backyard
    as the first fairies danced in the embers

    I turned to look at my lady
    the reflection of the remaining flames
    lit her eyes

    Her soft hand reached out
    as I took it in mine
    Her’s cold from the night air
    Mine hot from tending the blaze
    Two more elements
    essential for making a fire

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Chris Clarke | August 14, 2019, 5:09 PM
  2. Good plan and glad you are okay. Safe travels!

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Lisa Tomey | August 12, 2019, 8:09 AM

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