Fire Ritual

by Andy S Barritt

Beneath the cloud palaces of August
my flame burns smokeless:
an air sign rising in a river of glass.

Watching the black curl of history
I’m terrified that this magic
will take more than I wish to give.

Diaries, letters, photographs of you:
bright fingers wear your faces
as tarnished rings loosening to ash.

Andy S Barritt is an East Midlands-based poet and writer who is interested in describing brief instants just slightly widdershins of the everyday: bright fragments born from chance fluctuations in the flow of experience.

  1. #1 by aderynbanon on April 3, 2013 - 10:04 am

    intriguing poem, succeeded in reflecting the bright fragment

  2. #2 by Pearson on April 7, 2013 - 4:49 pm

    really love this. great work

  3. #3 by beste kredittkort on December 20, 2013 - 2:07 pm

    Oh my goodness! Awesome article dude! Many thanks, However I am going through difficulties with your RSS.
    I don’t know why I cannot join it. Is there anybody else having identical RSS problems?
    Anyone that knows the answer will you kindly respond? Thanx!!

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