As I small child I was always fascinated by the images and shapes that I could see in my grandmother's fireplace.

Flaming Heck

Worn out working-class kid
Sees a fiery, fabulous mass
Within the withering flames,
In the blink of an eyelid
His little heart sings as
Crackling knights and dames
Entwine, lick and cavort
In the flickering fire's court,
And red-hot caves appear,
Dripping pools of languid light,
Telling him soothing sleep is near
In the enticing embers of the night.

Chris Fernie, 2006

Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2006-10-29 at 15:39

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Rob Graber
This reminds me of a cartoon I saw many years ago> Two prehistoric humans ("cavemen" if you will) are watchi a little kid staring into the campfire. One says to the other, "Huh. When I was a kid, we had to use our imaginations!" Near write; I like especially the iambic-pentametric close.

David Hazell
Fucking Hell! Fantastic imagry.

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enough alliteration already aaron!

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