For The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle #116
Evening of The 4th
Impossible to resist voices
ordering up invitation to barbeque
and bonfire. Grilled hamburgers and brats,
baked beans and homemade potato salad.
Dessert was rhubarb and strawberry torte
on oatmeal crumble crust.
Margarita in hand, sat back in lawn chair
listening for whispery hiss and pop of dried leaves,
twigs, and branches risked to swift fingers
of flame reaching with greed to feed
insatiable hunger. Crackle of sparks
leaping to climb invisible night air ladder,
blown by combustible pressure of small
inferno beneath them.
Scent of wood smoke permeating clothing,
lingering into next morning, when brushing
against shirt while inhaling deeply, mellow
moments wrap me in warmth once again.
Elizabeth Crawford 7/7/13
notes: Went to my sister’s for the 4th. Took photos of the fire and played with them on the kaleidoscope app. Made a gallery of the results here: http://claudetteellinger.wordpress.com/2013/07/06/bonfire-designs/
The mellow feeling still lingers.