This is beautiful full of emotion and imagery.

Your fronds are now unfurling
Like a dancing hippogriph
And serpentine you slither
To the depts of an abyss
^^
This is the most beautiful stanza I have read yet so dark.

Well done, Em

I think this is one of my favourites of yours Angie.
"The colour of the life transfigured by the sky"

You capture the movement of the smoke on the air beautifully

I can imagine the smoke taking on a life of its own bowing and blowing a fair well kiss before it drifts to join the mist.

Very poetic, colourful and visual loved it
Milly x

Such a lovely write-beautiful visuals, I felt like I was transported to that moment in time.

Hello Angela,

I love to watch a fire, especially in a quaint English pub during the winter. If we're lucky we secure a table by the inglenook fire place and sit back enjoying the atmosphere. The popping and crackling of the logs is exciting, like a mini fire work display; especially when a knot of wood shoots out of the fire and slowly sizzles out on the flag stones.

You have created a wonderful image here; infusing it with creatures to add mystery and wonder; like the 'hippogriph' half eagle, half horse. The imagery was magical, I could see and smell the smoke and flames licking in a hypnotic dance.

Thank you for this gift.

Take care,

Michael

Hi Angie
This poem is magical full of imagery and mystery a paraphrase of life itself. As always a winner from a very gifted poet
Matt

I followed the smoke and drifted away with it! Nice write!

I will never again look at smoke in the same way. Your command of imagery is amazing, to say nothing of the rhymes. What impresses me is it doesn't sound forced, you don't have to change the sentence structure. Everything flows together off the tongue and paints a picture before my eyes that are taking in a mural rather than reading words on a page. Again, amazing.