Ring of Fire

At dusk,

tangle-haired boys

light lemon-flamed torches,

spearing them into the soil.

The circle of light surrounds us,

as we sit drinking wine

around a round table.

The Lord of the Flies

cannot touch us here.

14-29 September 2008

It was obviously a day where I felt I had a lot to write about! We went to my friend, Michele's, belated 40th birthday party in the evening. I was very struck by the ritualistic/tribal nature of the scene, when her step-sons lit citronella torches at dusk to ward off mosquitos.