Monday, October 02, 2006

Home Again


I have prepared the fore-sought fire, my friends,
in a practiced circle of ancient stones;
with needles of pine from a hollow log,
and inner-bark of a cotton-wood tree.

The lattice tiers swell from small to grand
such that a single spark will conflagrate
to warm the death-chill of hunt and wander,
and release the cloak-pin that bounds your soul.

The music will come with the ember glow,
and laughter asparkle with crackle and spark,
to lift your spirit on to Gypsy toes
as your flashing eyes will return to home.

papa faucon


At 8:30 PM, Blogger Lois said...

Ah ah that's my sort of welcome.

Bring on the music,
Strike up the band,
Tune in the instruments,
Tap your toes
Take a partner,
or dance alone.
Stoke up the fire
and sing and laugh
Till the body tells
you it is time,
it is time.
To rest for the night
Under the stars
Or in your little Caravan
With body at rest
and eyes closed tight
One could not be happier
than a welcome like this.

Lois(Muse of the Sea)

At 7:09 PM, Blogger Gail Kavanagh said...

Dancing all the way to the camp...

At 3:27 PM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

This is a wonderful song Lois. I will happily sit in the shadows and watch you all dancing. It is soothing!

At 11:10 AM, Anonymous octagramma said...

The crackle, sparkle and glow entices my soul. How I long to join in the sacred rite that releases the cloak-pin.


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