Burn, Burn, Burn

Burn, burn, burn, O Fire, against the night.

O flames as red as holly, curl

And drive the black sloe shadows out

And bring forth healing light.

 

Burn, burn, burn, O Fire, and throw your gold

Against the ivy’s hoarding clutch,

Against the owl’s gleaming watch

That eyes my lord’s threshold.

 

Burn, burn, burn, O Fire, through longest dark.

In furrowed clouds the stars take seed,

And by the hearth a night gale sings

With loyal jay and lark.

 

Burn, burn, burn, O Fire, and raise your crown

Bold as the elk lifts as he runs

His antlers to the rising sun

And earth doffs winter’s gown.

-A firespinner’s prayer, 2016

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