Bale-Fire by Robin Robertson Each watcher wears a lighted...

Nascosti Paroli ― Bale-Fire by Robin Robertson Each watcher wears a lighted mask blazoned with the fire’s gust, like a birthmark cast from the kiln. Heat in waves, in flames splashing, and plumes, black plumes.   Sparks go up like spindrift, crackling into the cold night flue.   The fire ebbs for the end of autumn: cautery of ash and ember made against the coming snow. And the rain, immanent as stars, now falling, falling slowly.   Under the shiver of a new moon: winter; entering, charmed and charged.   [...]