Sighing young flames heave up to the sky, stealing hot
oxygen kisses to fly great heights. Trembling and fluttering, they command and
spread a wood burning frenzy.
I watch them twirl furiously, spinning wondrously, until
they cut into tiny tornadoes lifting right up and soaring through the raucous
blaze, speeding uncontrollably before scattering out into a clear open night.
Whispering frantically they flirt with the wind; entrancing,
enticing, spitting with desire. Below these roaring obsessions, I just can’t
help but to stare. My eyes are transfixed, my face absorbing the blaze sparking
from two unearthly dancers, both immersed and unaware.
I love 100 word posts and this one is great. Did you take the photo?
ReplyDeleteExcellent! Very well said.
ReplyDeleteThat was incredibly well written. I was transfixed...much like I can be when watching flames dance.
ReplyDeleteThis is one of the best 100 words blog posts ever, I'm fascinated.
ReplyDeletelove this lil post...what a humdinger
ReplyDeleteThis is great, I particularly like the image of 'tiny tornadoes'.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful description of a bonfire, where it leads one's thoughts into. I enjoy a being around a fire with a group of people something primal, yet so comforting.
ReplyDeleteDicky - I didn't, unfortunately, but thought it was beautiful.
ReplyDeleteBarbara - Thank you!
Robbie - You are transfixed aren't you? I tend to zone right out! Thanks.
Starlight - You are so kind. Thank you.
Dan - :)
Eryl - They were really like tiny tornadoes - swirly, spooky and black. Thank you for your comment!
genie.1 - I think we humans are born to be transfixed by fire. It's incredible, isn't it?