I shall tell you the fairy tale Poem by Monica Aasprong

I shall tell you the fairy tale you're so fond of. That of the fire:



I met the fire in the forest

the fire saw me and looked

at me with blazing eyes

it came closer and closer

and the warmth warmed

from its arms yellow

its face red



it stops and asks:

will you come with me into the forest

come with me through the trees

through the grass

across the field, I'll go

under the earth, said the fire

with its mouth full of bark

and its voice full of flowers


and I joined it on its journey

walked beside it in the dark


I'll show the way, said the fire