Logs, logs, logs – Nature’s offerings abound –
As you subsume to cindery ashes in fiery Mars-like hearth,
We twirl around as ravenous, wild, starry-furry bears!
What a great scrumptious anticipated surprise;
Of a gala banquet in the frosty, dim, sooty darkness of the Sun-mislaid night!
How tranquil and spotless feels the bone-chilling blanket spread tight;
As you blaze and rage in sparkles of crackling fireflies!
Each yellowish, butter-soused, roasted moon – smells sweet of woody-burnt fumes,
Yet, the imperfect rugged size stands the most endeared hunted prize;
Post life’s slog – for a shrunk and vacuumed belly, in awesome delight!
Tongues wilted and inundated;
Lips cracked and await parted;
Eyes stare wide and glazed;
Minds focussed and directed –
Wondering…when the steaming, full blown, mellowed moons would land on to our gluttonous plates.
To douse nature’s kindled sinful human pangs,
Smouldering in our unappeasable cauldrons!
Ah! The sole grounds of all Earthly-worldly strife…
Ms. Reena Mahay is an educationist, qualified social worker, ELT Consultant, poet and a freelance writer currently based in India. Her versatile and sensitive persona is best drawn towards the socio-cultural concerns and ‘ills facing Man’ in the current era, which oft become her muse to chart out her perspective from the voice of her pen.