A catalyst

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The flamboyant flame stands before me,
framed by garish smoke rising
to meet an aloof sky. The crackling embers — 
embarrassed to be seen laying down 
on the job — pop out of sight, 
making way for flashier lights.

The bonfire demands to be seen, illuminating
places undiscovered, too dark to survey. 
Is it possible my caustic humor burns 
those who venture too close? Do I dare
take stock of myself now — already gray — 
looking to pop where I lay?

Perhaps, just as winds breathe smoke 
unexpectedly back in our faces, 
I merely shift my perspective. 
There’s magic in turning sticks into wands

Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019

Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt: Balefire #writephoto
Photo by Sue Vincent

Published by Phillip Knight Scott

My name is Phillip. I am a Tar Heel born and bred and watch every Yankees game I can. I'm still searching for my own TARDIS. My first novel, "The Alien in the Backseat," is available now! https://amzn.to/3oVCG77

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