NaPoWriMo 2020: Day 10

Perhaps a silly wish
but I long to sit
near a backyard

Watching the fire dance
constantly changing faces,
taking a chance
to break free.

Small sparks of hope
rising in dark night
taking flight
ever upward.

Lingering smell
of smoke that remains
on worn clothing
into next day.

Elizabeth Crawford 4/10/2020

Note: Image is a photo I took of a bonfire in my sister’s backyard. Some of my most treasured memories over the years.

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7 Responses to Bonfire

  1. Sherry Marr says:

    YES! I long to as well. I havent done it often, but I so love a bonfire, the smell of the wood and the smoke…..sometimes I catch a whiff of a beach fire and it is so lovely……….wish we could sit by one together. We can sit by the one in this photo!


  2. Marianne says:

    It’s been years since I had the chance to sit around a campfire. You’ve described it perfectly! Brought back so many good memories!


  3. I, too, have fond memories of bonfires on the beach in Long Island. Nicely described, Elizabeth.



  4. Irene says:

    Evocative indeed, I too want to sit by a bonfire.


  5. Not silly at all! Bonfires are the best! Really liked reading your poem. 💜✨


  6. 1sojournal says:

    Thank you,


    Liked by 1 person

  7. You’re very welcome! 💜✨


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