Bonfire - prompt for Vol's group, Ravin' ink

emmajoygreen, England

This time of year - November, there is a bonfire

with a blazing history in the UK (told by Lorry for

everyone whose aim to learn would truly desire)

For me, gardener, a bonfire is a husky scent that 

ventures the air when a match has been placed mid 

year-past dead twiggy rubble that spits and spats! 

Those gathered to watch for safety and show

cover their noses a while but minutes later, smile

as smoke ascends space as the flames glow

Fun neighbours warned to take in their laundry

are by there nibbling crisps, sipping ripe Dorset cider

staying til the fire dies its death: time to say 'bye'

Reviews

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful work. I feel the heat.

[emmajoygreen]

Such a kind and clever review, Thomas. Thank you so very much.

Would you like to offer a few words for the


HOLIDAY COLLABORATION, 2024
A Story by emmajoygreen

[Thomas W Case]

sure. Blessings to all for the coming year.

[emmajoygreen]

Many thanks for your kind blessings and friendship, Thomas.

[emmajoygreen]

Thomas, if you go to HOLIDAY COLLABORATION 2024.. you could offer four lines of poetry or prose, as per what is said under that ^ title.

[Amy R]

Very well said, everything here is what we all do if there's a bonfire party.
According to historical days, it definitely wards of spirits or negative energies... certain time of year here we use it to repel mosquitoes in camp areas and also for garden debris.... Then there's time we just gather by the beach with a bonfire to be safe from bugs and enjoying music, chat and drinks..

Thanks for sharing this very descriptive yet realistic poem.
-Amy

[emmajoygreen]

Thank you so much for your interesting and generous review, Amy R. What you mention is pretty well the same here, in England, UK! Wishing you a peaceful and smiley new day.. ..

[Amy R]

You're welcome Emma 🌸Have a nice day..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

This remnds me of May, 2009. we had an inland hurricane...so much devastation.

On my block we lost electricity for 11 days...WE had a bonfire next door to me that lasted for about a week. Everyone cleared out their freezers and we cooked everything imaginable...feasted and actually talked to each other...was great. And then the electricity came back on, everyone went back in his or her house. And from then on, barely a hello....like we suddenly unmet each other.
I would have liked to see the smiles live past that event.

[emmajoygreen]

How wonderful the way people got together over the time of wretchedness BUT how sad that after it was over, they returned to their emptier lives.
Perhaps til the next time? Thank you so much for calling.. stay well and smiling, sir. :)

[Ken Simm.]

Yep that's it. My doggies and the area in which I live don't go for the whole got as there Comes to that neither do I.

[emmajoygreen]

My Lady is petrified when fireworks go splat through the heavens - she drools, she pants, she trembles and sometimes tried to get out of the house.. Tried all sorts of things to help her. Have learned to put on music loudly - not heavy rock or rave BUT quite gentle music on higher decibels than usual, Also would never intentionally leave her alone. We love our darlings, don't we. :)

[Ken Simm.]

Comes to something when I don't understand my own review.

[emmajoygreen]

Sleep-walking does that to a man!

[Ken Simm.]

Ah, you are an expert eh?

[emmajoygreen]

Okay, I'll let you have that - but watch it, kid!

That comes from Rosie and Ned to their son, ( one of my godchildren) Eddie, who has just realized how to get his seven year old way!!!

[Ken Simm.]

Oooh I love a dominant woman.

[emmajoygreen]

Give me a few minutes, might be able to find you one!

[Lorry]

And if you're a bit late to the bonfire and don't particularly mind the health and safety (or lack thereof) you could always visit the up helly aa festival in the Shetland Isles, where they bring bonfires yo the people by swinging them around their heads and acting all viking. It is really quite a sight, one which is probably safest to watch from a distance, under a fire blanket.
You can watch it on YouTube, or visit their own site if interested.

https://www.uphellyaa.org/

[emmajoygreen]

Reads like hell on a Friday or Saturday night!!! Many thanks for the 'look at'!!

[emmajoygreen]

That's another way of keeping warm and saving on heating bills! Trust the Scots to think of such a fun and lively way of going a little crazy!

[Lorry]

Some of those islanders are practically half viking. The other half act like they are! 😃

[Marie]

The Celts started off bonfires and the word bonfire comes from bone fire. In the time of the Celts, there were midsummer festivals where animal bones were burnt to ward off evil spirits. In modern times we use bonfires to burn garden debris and you have captured that so poetically within this well written poem, Emma. I love how the neighbours come to visit while the bonfire is glowing and bring crisps and cider, making it a lovely social get together. Leaving only when the last embers have turned to ashes. I like this poem very much and I, thank you for sharing it, Emma...

[emmajoygreen]

May I thank you more sincerely later, need rush. x

[Marie]

You already have, dear Emma x

[emmajoygreen]

But will still thank you for the interesting info above.. one lives to learn, (Things went well enough, by the way. )

[Marie]

Wonderful news, dear Emma. So pleased, dear friend :))

[Vol]

Emma,
I find it interesting that fires have always been used to gather people together and repel all other animals...
at some point the comfort and safety of red and yellow flames lighting an area always beckons us and seems to quell our spirits.
Vol

[emmajoygreen]

Yes, so very true.. Not keen on fire works however,,

Are you alright.. seem quiet, low or..perhaps tired. How are things, my friend?

[Vol]

Emma,
I am fine, even though I lost another two hundred words to the caprices of this website… SO FRUSTRATING!
My life here, truth be known, is BORING! Boring in slow motion! I have a hand full of things to deal with every day that are separate and disjointed… as though each was just a thing floating free in a weightless space station…

wake audio book get up exercise shave bathe dress

coffee breakfast more coffee computer news

Write writerscafe etc.

each floating around coliding with one another, drifting behind, reappearing,
the easy life is not for people used to being on fire, doing six things at once!

My anchors are out and keep me safe and hold me steady… Lisa, You, and a few others…

My biggest project hs to do with fixing a problem created by my disorganized brain. I’ve written a ton of new poems since I got here and saved them in alphabetical folders with my total oeuvre and when I get home I’ll want to put them in my real database over there. I have to go through the long list in every folder, checking dates, then copying and saving in a new file. Wooohoo!

I have counted myself a very blessed and fortunate man all my life, and then you come along and make it all even better… sigh, mmmmm.

Vol xx