A Poem a Day (611): Birth

 
Birth
 
Just one spark.
Hardy. It battles the dark.
 
The invention of a flintstone,
glimmer of an idea, grown,
 
an unhindered orange glow.
A halo mimics the shadow’s flow,
 
dancing. It slithers non-sentient.
The icy wind bristles, impatient,
 
but you shield this spark from harm
with the curve of your palm.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, November 6, 2023