,
then sit by the firelight
and bask in the glow.
Form your own words
of glass and sand and
tempered phrase. Raise
your hands to a burning
moon; all these words are
embers waiting, going
somewhere soon.
Watch them rise,
fireflies
with star-warmed wings.
..
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…all these words are embers waiting……..LOVING your take on this prompt. What a tacticle and wonderful way to think of the writing process — with imagery that tempts the eye to compose!
your burning words warm me, De
these descriptions are just delicious, De. I wish I had written this. Especially:
words
of glass and sand and
tempered phrase.
Nicely done. I really like the imagery of fireflies with star-warmed wings.
“Form your own words
of glass and sand and
tempered phrase.” – Fantastic.
Love the rising in the end with: fireflies
with star-warmed wings.
I can see the embers rising like fireflies. It takes me to the campfire
Words embers waiting to rise! Nice!
dwight
Oh I love those words you raise like fireflies- they truly shines
I love the imagery and rhymes in this, De, especially:
‘Watch them rise,
fireflies
with star-warmed wings’.
“fireflies with star-warmed wings”…. sigh.. I wish I had written this!💞
To me, this is an incantation. Entrancing imagery that melt into each other like flames.
“then sit by the firelight
and bask in the glow”
– ah, I would love that anytime.
You’ve warmed my heart with this one, De.
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I liked the words as embers and “tempered phrase”.
It seems to be atime of burning moons and embers/cinders in the sky.The fireflies got to me. Lovely image De.
I like the star-warmed wings.
You said, “Moon all these words.” I’m so there. 🙂