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