Written for:  Carpe Diem #1579 – bonfire (takibi)

bonfire (takibi)

sit around bonfire,
sparks rise and fly like glow worms;
charred logs fall with thud.

© Mamta Agarwal

foot of the mountain–
without a cheer
my New Year’s bonfire

© Kobayashi Issa

the scent of pine trees overwhelms the senses –
back to school again

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Here is my attempt:

scented flames
waft over ocean waves
bonfire on beach



About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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