FIRE

I like this one... and even the spacing between each line works here... maybe because it is so short... but it is filled with images and emotional ties that we can probably most of us relate to... The only suggestion I have is maybe a more inventive title... think about it... I don't really have a suggestion for one... Richard

Madeline's Fire... I don't know... maybe something like that.. or Burnt Offerings or Burnt Promises that is just a few ideas feel free to use or not only meant to give you ideas on where all you could go with the title... Richard

Make it duende and give us your dance that we might dance with you in our glad rags and long gowns in the fire of the sunset of our lives. On fire I desire to take part in the art of those beloved vagabonds, the gypsies, and doing so we can find the gypsy in ourselves. I once had a rose with the name on the title here, it was red and fiery, with vivid yellow edges and when faded became a most beautiful pale pink- red, never looking wizened, it must have held the hearts of the gypsies to last so long, singing and dancing in my semi-wild garden. Flamenco, tango, spinning like a top and stamping like the wild horses in rhythms that can drive one almost crazy, and in so many different ways so. Those peoples have retained their dignified elegance and walk with pride through the flames of oppression, when they pass, we feel their presence, so strong, so intense, so powerful, and strangely magnetic. Ann still dancing.