Friday, April 03, 2009

Snowdrop 1.1: The Yule Log

More revisions of old stuff.

The Yule Log

She watches it wither and waste in the grate;
A peel of bark bristles and powders.

Each kindled flare ferrets through crevices -
one bursts a chrysalis in a cannon of steam.

A chorus of dancers crackle and twirl,
their shapes make scenes: a story of shades.

She follows their play, a pantomime
of hunters and dogs, dangers and hopes.

          This gift you have brought me - a jewel, a rose:
          she'll dance in the moonlight to passionate dreams!

Jack Flame alights on the log, and bows:
a moss-pad smokes in the midst of his stage.

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