
castle breakfast gone wrong
stifling
choking on the heat
fingers fumbling for the window
and eyes watering
as cackling echoes in our ears
a cacophonous melody
composed of both
laughing and the growing embers
and then
the gasp of fresh air
as the window bursts open
and Calcifer howls
“I am a demon, not your campfire!”
as smoke streams out the castle
as we breathe our relief
and bemoan our cursed housemate
the spinning soot sprites
dancing a little ditty
delivering stars
my friends the soot sprites
bring me my stars on odd days
when darkness prevails
Abby Moeller (she/her) is a writer based in WNY who explores her writing in forms varying from poetry to dramatic monologues to epic fantasy stories. Currently, she lives with her growing zoo of pets and endlessly teetering piles of books. She can be found rambling on Twitter at @abbym823.