Focus is the word for hearth womb of fire for bread and bronze and clay night-light to warn the wolves away and summon ghosts shadow-caster signal comfort center of attention furnace oven forge that consumes and creates altar of alchemy where we converge and ignite, You are flame in my heart resin in the wood eternal combustion. All eyes on the fireplace the woodstove the bonfire
the center of our circle, Mother of stories crackling crone vestal virgin humble Titan eldest daughter who gave away Olympus High to reign in every home and poet heart. Eternal Hestia fed by trees and peat and coal and wires still commanding gentle our rapt gaze our offering of attention scraps of paper unencumbered silence : simple praise.
Wren Donovan
Published in Cauldron Anthology, Issue #13 Maiden, July 2021