Fire Draws Me – poem by mare

 

Fire Draws Me

 

 

Fire draws me.

Leaping in tones of blue and yellow,

it licks

around the

darkened

pieces of wood.

Flames shoot out as wood pops

in a quiet cacaphony of crackles and

snaps.

My gaze drops

to beneath the burning wood

where embers of deep orange lie,

frosted with a dusty ash coating.

 

Heat from the flames

is an invisible wall of wool, still soft on the sheep,

smothering

the soft

skin on

my face.

Warmth recedes as I watch the flames

simmer down into the recesses

of the log.

 

A cool sensation sneaks around my neck

and onto my face

separating me

from this wall.

 

The fire has welcomed me

into a coziness that goes

deep

beyond the depth of my

winter-pale

skin.

 

Loose plastic outside flaps

against the glass, and

bare trees silhouette the darkened sky;

winter’s long

thin

wispy

fingers

sneak through a

myriad of crevices       to        poke   COLD      in

my face.

 

But sitting in front of the fire, so warm,

I can bask

in the remnants of a far away,

long ago

memory of summer.

 

Occasionally,

flames dissipate to a

seldom lick.

I lean over,

purse my lips,

to blow long

breaths onto the wood,   exposing an orange and black

streaked trail

down

the length of the

log.

 

Flames                  leap

up in the wake of the trail,

and, again,

warm wool presses into my face.

 

The flames are my diversion,

visionary tea leaves

of everchanging character.

I see a

face,

future,

hope.

My vision expands

through

leaping

glows

into time and space.

 

Captivated by the dance

of the flames, my eyes

see the orange tongues

yearning and

reaching                    for what has yet to come…

for what has yet to come.

 

 

jan, 1988

mare cromwell

About Mare Cromwell

Referred to as “The Voice of Earth Mother” by a gifted Shoshone elder, Mare Cromwell is a multi-award-winning author, nature mystic, empathic intuitive healer (with shamanic influences) and international speaker. Her books include: "The Great Mother Bible"; "Messages from Mother.... Earth Mother"; and "If I gave you God’s phone number.... Searching for Spirituality in America". She has studied with Native American teachers for twenty years and is currently on hiatus from the World Council for Wisdom Gatherings. Mare leads workshops on our Sacred Planet-Earth Mother, Womb Wisdom and Sacred Silliness and more. She is the visionary behind the Great Mother Wisdom Gathering (Maryland, 2014). She loves to be involved in Ceremony. Mare is also a former worm herder. She calls Western Maryland home. www.marecromwell.com
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