by RazzRajen
and I had to read your poem twice.
this stanza really grabs my attention:
That crackle as
the sticks are bundled
tied, those leather
sighs as the oil soaks
in , Minty
fiery all rampant in the Burn
...you read, the hotter this gets. When the words are done you know what's next,.....and long as you imagine!
i love it when i have to do that though..
this sizzles!
very pleasant read ty!