Love the way the metaphors intertwine. I left thinking that whatever you think that poem was about, it's not!
I love bonfires. And marshmallows on a stick are my fave, especially when burnt and crunchy so the title pulled me right in.
Evenings at the bonfire are magical and the shadows of the flames as well as those behind us, coupled with those in the head are absolutely special magical moments.
Hat tip on this one. I reckon it's a bloody genius write.
The demons live inside us...maybe our whole life purpose is to drag them around and force them to witness our stoic benevolence. They really do hate that, too!
Maybe we can make this REALm into a heaven for us and a complete hell for them.
This poem is short & witty like your style but it's also all business.
Hi Nik!! So that pic is intense and so vibrant. I actually examined for a few moments before I read your poem. Well as I'm sure you can tell - I do laugh a lot. heheh I agree with this. Live and tell the shadows to take a hike.