Kindling

Yes, I will

Rekindle

Slowly, with smoke

And sticks.  Life’s

Bark will stratch,

Then rub then spark

Then flare

Then flame

Up and

Scorch bright –

A taper, scarlet

Through the

Night of sceptic haze,

Burning tinder

To black carbon,

Putrid rot

To clean dust.

 

(23^rd November)