is "flicker".
Submitted to dVerse Quadrille #36
July 17, 2017
Evening campfire.
Amid night sounds
the flames flicker
and memories unfold
family stories of
those long gone
but remembered still .
Young ones listen.
One day they’ll tell
the next generation
the campfire stories
of who we are, and
from whence we came.
It’s tradition
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And the circle keeps turning. It's been so very long since I sat at a camp fire. I wonder if they still tell ghost storied.
ReplyDeletethis feels so familiar, story telling round the camp-fire- how we pass on our values and meanings. Lovely write. Loved remembering those flames and the warmth.
ReplyDeleteIt's a funny thing about passing on stories, that you need to do it by firelight. Lovely evocation.
ReplyDeleteI love the firelight keeping traditions alight. Fires are so primal. Maybe the stories go right back to the beginning...
ReplyDeleteThe smoke is burning my eyes
ReplyDeleteTim - I enjoyed your poem. For whatever reason, I seem to be unable to comment on your work.
DeleteCan hear the flames and crackle of twigs. Lovely evocative poem.
ReplyDeleteI love the family traditions and way these stories are passed on Bev ~ Thank you for being part of our journey ~
ReplyDeleteLove your tale of tradition--it's the oral tradition that is fading all around us, storytelling. As poets, in some ways, we carry on the tradition.
ReplyDeleteThe flickering fire seems to burn in those memories and make new ones at the same time.
ReplyDeleteIt's great you tell campfire stories. Wonderful tradition!
ReplyDeleteFamily stories are so important!
ReplyDeleteA most satisfying read, Bev! Pass the marshmallows, please. I grew up around a campfire just a few hours north of Indy and even here in Orlando our winters are cool enough to have a fire pit out back. It is the place of stories. Thank you for sharing!
ReplyDeleteLovely use of flicker. I also agree that family stories are important and should be passed on.
ReplyDeleteAt least two things flicker in the poem. I hope there's interest in the flickerings of family in mine. I don't think there are many brave attempts
ReplyDeleteThis brings back fun memories of camping during the summers when I was a teenager.
ReplyDeleteLovely flickering flame creating unforgettable moments! May that pass on...
ReplyDeleteCampfire stories are the best!!
ReplyDeleteSharing stories in a circle, a time to bond. I do enjoy sitting by a fire listening to the wood crackle and pop.
ReplyDeleteGreat tradition, which I've never had the pleasure to experience. Hope I get the chance.
ReplyDeleteWell.....all of our vacations with our children involved tent camping. Our children are now in their forties, with children of their own, carrying on the tradition. There is nothing as magical as sitting round a campfire, the stars overhead, staring into the flames and feeling the love of family. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteThe flickering fire, ancient medium of memory collecting.:-)
ReplyDeleteA wonderfully warm family tradition, Bev!
ReplyDeleteLove this - life going full circle. I have never sat round a campfire ever, seems I missed out on wonderful times.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Long may it continue in the flicker of the fire.
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