Invoking Fire
We talk of his time in the jungle.
He describes one marvel in particular:
how a fire was conjured from cold sticks,
as if heat swelled in their fingertips.
No tinder, hot coals; embers a day dead.
“It's not that it seems like magic, it simply is.
Their magic. These are not illusions.”
No sleight of hand. Smoke, but no mirrors.
What we mimic through tools,
these men of power can summon,
with quiet majesty. No incantations;
they save their breath for the flames.
He describes one marvel in particular:
how a fire was conjured from cold sticks,
as if heat swelled in their fingertips.
No tinder, hot coals; embers a day dead.
“It's not that it seems like magic, it simply is.
Their magic. These are not illusions.”
No sleight of hand. Smoke, but no mirrors.
What we mimic through tools,
these men of power can summon,
with quiet majesty. No incantations;
they save their breath for the flames.
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Author's Note
Originally published in Whisker, Issue Two.
Other stories by Hazem Tagiuri
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Interesting. What exactly is an "advanced civilization"? Ours? Ha ha. *
Pretty incredible work.*
Thanks for the faves!
"how a fire was conjured from cold sticks"
Great image.
Elegant and wonderful. Thank you.