Last weekend during a women’s “Wintry Mix” art retreat, we studied the element fire. We drew four slips of paper from a paper bag as it was passed around. Mine read:
bonfire campfire passion comfort
I wrote this poem using my four words, while observing a burning votive candle for awhile. Give that process a try! Here’s to writing more in 2020!
She wore her passion
bright as a bonfire,
her eyes dancing wildly
like flickering flame.
Oh no you don’t,
No longer will I smile passively
like the Southern Belle you honed,
holding back my thoughts
in deference to your own.
Come, she offered.
Join me here by the campfire I’ve built for all.
For, all are welcome at my campfire,
melting all over the land,
forgiving all transgressions,
especially my own.
Come sit with me in the comfort of stillness, silence,
just the crackling of heart openings.
Our flames quiver,
until our campfire
settles easily into a cozy, steady, mesmerizing source
of comfort, warmth,