A Writer's 21st Century Memoir.

“F” is for Fire

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Writers of Kern Blogging Challenge (A-Z) 

My eyes are transfixed on the yellows, reds and oranges that paint their warm strokes against the black sky. I continue to watch as the brilliant flames dance and twirl like swifter swaying seaweed in the sea. It’s as if these brilliant colors are alive and quickly moving away from the crackling coals. It breathes in its surroundings commanding attention from everyone around, and we all give in to the authority of the blaze.

I see that same power of the sun rippling up through the branches we took from the trees. An immense heat radiates from the burning embers, and smoke billows from the dried logs into powerfully rising clouds. We look around to each of us standing with extended arms over the rising flames and, without saying a word, we acknowledge our sense of partial control over Mother Nature.Fiery Closeup

We conquered the night with flames and let the fire feed off of the air surrounding it, and watched on as it eventually died. For a moment, we fed off of the warm light in the dark. We felt safe standing next to the most dangerous force in our immediate facility.

We cooked our meals, burned our desserts and starved off the frigid temperatures of the night. And all while we sat by and watched the flames burn the timber. The force of fire illuminated our lives that night, but just as quickly as it started, the inferno eventually stopped, and we went to bed dreaming of the commanding energy dancing into the dark.

8 responses

  1. “Authority of the blaze” That phase catptures sitting in front of a fire with a group of friends perfectly. I was going to write about fire this week, but ultimately changed my mind last minute as a character in my noeldeals with a lot of fire I didn’t wanna want to rehash the same lines I had already used. I like to read your blogs.

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    September 29, 2013 at 4:09 PM

    • Thanks, I’m glad you enjoy reading my posts. 🙂

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      October 1, 2013 at 11:51 PM

  2. Lovely post, Jasmine. The whole first paragraph is stunning. The same line that Jason mentioned, “authority of the blaze” got me, too. Thank you! xoA

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    September 30, 2013 at 9:16 PM

  3. Davyd Morris

    Fire is dazzling, changeable, dynamic and the essence of energy. A compelling read with a great opening.

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    October 7, 2013 at 10:20 PM

  4. I think I’m way behind in my reading but I’m not sure how I missed this! This was almost poetry…please don’t take this the wrong way because it’s a lovely prose piece and I was caught up in it…I just happen to be on a poetry kick right now and it struck me that you could easily harvest this piece for poetry if you’re ever so inclined. Magnificent images!

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    October 12, 2013 at 9:45 AM

    • In the middle of writing this post I noticed that it did start to sound more like poetry. I may just shuffle this post into a poem. I’m glad you enjoyed it though.

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      October 15, 2013 at 12:15 PM

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