Cabin Fireplace

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 - Prompt #399
"We Didn't Start The Fire"

"Fire. It has many connotations. From desire to destruction, fire becomes the element that carries the most power. Think of an aspect of fire as your inspiration and let it fuel your burn!"

Years ago, in a cabin
out on Montauk, Long Island,
two couples spent a February
weekend together.  We had
groceries, we had wine,
and reveled in the old
cabin smells of wood, ash,
and age.  Aside from each
other's company, we had
a fireplace.  One night
we used a magical log.
Flames flounced like
ballet dancers.  Autumn
colors appeared on their
tips–orange, mustard,
scarlet, and forest green.
Dancing lights on a 
frosty February night.
Never forgotten.

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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