I watch
winter light tease past curtains,
sparking the windows at twilight.
In my home fire, flames
crackle, lick and leap
showing off to the sun,
inviting it inside.
Light plays here as it did
in the caves of Altimira
where animals frolicked,
their images drawn
by minds on fire.
Imagine the amazement at the first view of fire. Lightning struck a branch and exploded in oranges and reds. What did the cave people see in the dancing flames? The shadows and bouncing light inspired someone to take a bit of charcoal to draw images on the walls. Who tamed the flames for future use?
Do you feel the spark of story from the shadows and shapes?
Imagine the amazement at the first view of fire. Lightning struck a branch and exploded in oranges and reds. What did the cave people see in the dancing flames? The shadows and bouncing light inspired someone to take a bit of charcoal to draw images on the walls. Who tamed the flames for future use?
Do you feel the spark of story from the shadows and shapes?
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