fire-pit - morgan driscoll

Trees in dark and stars

through shadows which shake

in breeze,

the silhouette leaves

—a moon lighted frieze

of shifting branches

shapeless on the sky.

Heavy sigh, but fire’s

complex dance—

smoke puffed rhythms

which rise in chance

—contours too fast for form

darkens quick

on branching shade

and almost warms

today’s ice, calms

raw nerves frayed

by daytime’s oftentimes charade.

Suddenly I’m hopeful now

as smoke and spark and stable stars

leach fatigue away.

Morgan Driscoll lives in Connecticut and writes poetry to supplement his income as a commercial artist. He has been published in 30+ journals and anthologies and has made over $100. You can find his work in Humanist Magazine, The Penwood Review, The Orchards Poetry Journal, Constellate Magazine, Caesura, Northwest Indiana Literary Journal, The Avenue, Meetinghouse, Newtown Literary, and many others.