Campfire Memory

Curled up next to you
in our two-seater camp chair
staring into the campfire
warmed by fire and you

We watched long-legged spiders
sidle up to the edge of the fire ring
trying to get warm, too

Meanwhile the dogs slept in the tent

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It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub where De is calling for our 44-word poems that include some form of the word fire. I’m not really a fan of campfires because I tend to end up with the smoke in my face, but the prompt reminded me of a camping trip my husband and I went on early in our marriage, back when we only had dogs.

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  1. I remember many cozy campfires myself, as a child surrounded by singing family members. We don’t camp anymore, but the memories still warm my heart and make me smile. Thanks for reminding me. <3

    • They seemed only interested in the fire, but it wasn’t long before we put out the fire and joined the dogs in the tent, leaving the spiders out in the cold. 😉

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