Pagan Fire


Wood crackling, flames licking and devouring
scraps of virtual notes –
words and emotions now redundant,
from a past no longer relevant
Letting go and letting it all burn
So I could somehow emerge
I didn’t quite dance naked around the flames,
but in the air was a pagan flavour all the same
I stayed and waited
until the colours faded,
until this blazing power
had turned into a whimper –
for the surviving, occasional flashes
to be no more than ashes
Purged of everything that didn’t matter –
I was strong again and ready to conquer

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