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Campfire Confession
by Julie Adams
Tell me, passionate flame,
when the sizzling cracks of your whip
flicker into the resilient night,
and your amber trestles tease the open air,
are you flirting?
03/06/2006 Posted on 03/06/2006
Copyright © 2025 Julie Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by David R Spellman on 03/06/06 at 10:52 PM Having camped ever since I was three years old I have spent much time sitting by a campfire becoming mesmerized by its unfolding drama. Just had to read this when I saw the title and am glad I did. You capture a certain aspect of it so perfectly and provoked this reader's thoughts and imagination. Thanks! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 03/08/06 at 04:16 AM Like David, this poem resonates with me so much. Brings back wonderful memories while at the same time causing me to have a different experience of these moments of romancing the flames. We are leaving for a camping trip next week, probably still cool enough to have a few good fires. Your poem makes me look forward to it even more. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/10/06 at 03:04 PM Neat way of looking at it. I've heard of personifying animals, but now elements too...quite original! |
| Posted by Jane E Pearce on 03/10/06 at 05:02 PM Excellent expression and flow. Very imaginative!!
Jane |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 03/11/06 at 04:38 PM Good poem Julie. I have heard it said "Never
flirt with fire." ~(8^D)=(....Charlie |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/12/06 at 04:58 PM This has got to be the most adorable poem I've ever met! :) |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/14/06 at 10:47 PM Definitely flirting! Fire is inviting, entreating to our soul. Wonderful poetics. |
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