Feast of fire

Thinking about the elements, about making, and about what it takes to transform.

By TraceyPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Fires courtesy of Lorraine Shea

incandescent fire

roiling with Vulcanic rage

builds our sacred earth

nature poetry

About the Creator

Tracey

I’m a writer who loves history, art, food, my cats, and plants all over the house. I love stories but most of all I love understanding history through the lives of my ancestors.

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About the Creator

Tracey

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