Chains of fire

Chains of Fire

Touching the match,

waiting for the creeping flame,

I know myself linked by chains of fires

To every woman who has kept a hearth…

I see mothers, grandmothers, back to beginnings,

Huddled beside holes in the earth…

Guarding the magic no other being has learned

Awed, reverent, before the sacred fire

Sharing live coals with the tribe.

Elsa Gidlow

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