Renhai Reflections 68: Where There's Smoke

Where There's Smoke

A Renhai by Vaughn Seward (vs) & Janice Thomson (jt)

I switch chairs
but more than the smoke
finds me again. /vs

The campfire's snap and crackle — /vs
Dad carves us hot-dog sticks. /jt

Ghost stories —
we hunt for dead branches
to add to the fire. /jt

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[Janice was yearning for warmer days and so we wrote this Summer Renhai. Also, it is unique in that it is somewhat more narrative than usual, check the notes for details.]


Devika said...

Good set to have this rainy winter morning :)

here, cold is catching up again...


J. Andrew Lockhart said...

I love it! Wish I was there, outside at night at the fire. :)

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John McDonald said...

good one again

Pamela said...

lived that on so many camping trips.
what a memory stir!

Gillena Cox said...

V3 my favourite

"ghost stories/we hunt for dead branches..." like the utaposition there.

much love

polona said...

this has a nice feel. well done again, you two!

Janice Thomson said...

It worked - today we have bright sunshine after 2 weeks of some of the densest fog I've seen in years. :)
Thanks for your comments.

Masago said...

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Bill said...

Well done. I echo Gillena's comments.
Of course, my principal memory of campfires is from bivouac at Fort Benning, Georgia in 1957-58. I don't think we told ghost stories, and our squad leader was no substitute for Dad.

jem said...

Good one - summery but not impossible to imagine on a rainy winters day.

I like the first verse - I picture annoyances following you, perhaps insects or people you are trying to lose.

I love the last one too - the choice of the word 'dead' to describe the branches is perfect.

Borut said...

Ghost stories:
Snap and crackle -
Fire for the dead.