Flame

Dear Ken,

I thoroughly enjoyed this poem.
Its was as though i was given an opportunity to make believe that i am the fire. This little poem got inside my head and bloated it up, for a moment there i was relishing the power of being the flame.
I was that flame in each of the places you described coming alive.
I love to dance and put on a show.....
Not crazy about lighting your cig, be careful or I'll eat your wig!{ this line i really liked)

I love to lick those franks and burgers on your grill where you control me at your will but be careful I can become a monster with an uncontrolled appetite,
Oooooo Powerful-

Campfires are neat, you know how I can change a marshmallow into a gooey treat!
[ such sweet imagery of soothing and cozy campfire]

Loved it.
Thank you so much.

You have a way to humor your readers and at the same time send out a message/fact of life. I also got the impression that this is taken from a fire's point of view perhaps..? Certain sentences in there suggests it, as we read we might think its about the writer but in actual fact its about the fire and you gave it character as well as wits! Maybe I'm wrong in my interpretation but that is the impression I got...keep penning and take care.

Thanks Ben and Dag, your feedback inspires me much!

I love your pieces they inspire me and make me laugh.

Ah, Ken, this is a true Ken poem! Humour, wisdom and your own, very unique style. 'you can call me sparky and that's no malarkey'. - Had me laughing from the first line on!
All the best and take care,
Ben