This poem is born from my deep love of the fire twirling art and the love of fire in all of us. As an art I learnt from a very young age at a festival called Confest, the feeling of its spiral through my body has guided my thought, life and poetry ever since. And so inspired amidst its idiom, I find this poem parallel to what W.B. Yeats said in his lines from Sailing To Byzantium;
O sages standing in God's holy fire
as in gold mosaic of a wall,
come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
and be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
and fastened to a dying animal
it knows not what it is; and gather me
into the artifice of eternity.
My special thanks to;
Fringe Theatre ETRE,
Pheonix of Avatars,
Ugnies Sokis Fire Collective
for the clips!!