Sadness amongst the dancing flames and
branches as lighted as life leaches
some joy we find in this wasted dance
we are, after all, warmer now
yet the unseen little and litter
is needed
to sift between and clean
make better
put left outs and lefts behinds in their place
feeding another burning time
one more like a womb
one more like you
and treaded into all snippets
in youth
to a deep lighted dawn
2023
Pippa Thomas 