Every Friday night we will feature a short story, essay, personal narrative,
poem, spoken word, or short film for your enjoyment.
Helen Presents: a poem from Wilda Morris
At the Campfire
For Elliot Napp
As we gather at the council ring,
the sun, already below the horizon,
slowly tugs its pink scarves
toward the fringe of sky.
Birds have tucked themselves in.
Even the quaking aspen are still.
Shaken deer-dew claws,
thwuck of wood on wood,
beat of one deer-hide drum
break and scale the silence.
Your flute plays a melody line
written by the tops of trees.
Hushed, we sit in growing darkness,
hear harmonies not sung,
feel a stirring not from air.
Wilda Morris enjoys leading poetry workshops; walking in woods, wetlands, and other natural surroundings; travel; writing poetry; and listening to music. Her poetry is widely published in print and on the Internet. Wilda has won a number of awards for her poetry, and has twice been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. RWG Press published her book, Szechwan Shrimp and Fortune Cookies: Poems from a Chinese Restaurant. Her blog at www.wildamorris.blogspot.com provides prompts and contests for other poets.