Campfire

• Chloe Bray, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2021

the blazing flames flicker against my face
I can smell the destroyed ashes falling to the ground
a spark cracks like a gunshot

singing songs?
more like children screaming at the top of their lungs
staring at the flames until they go blind

marshmallows being passed around
white or pink? —it's your choice now
sticky fingers all round

the night sky filled with beautiful stars
like glow-worms inside a cave
but the beauty is all in the centre

because the fire is my favourite place