Focus ( Hymn to Hestia )
Wren Donovan
Focus is the word for hearth womb of fire for bread and bronze and clay night-light to warn the wolves and summon ghosts shadow-caster signal comfort center of attention furnace oven forge that consumes and creates altar of alchemy where we converge and ignite , You are flame in my heart resin in the wood eternal combustion . All eyes on the fireplace the woodstove the bonfire the center of our circle , Mother of stories crackling crone vestal virgin humble Titan eldest daughter who gave away Olympus High to reign in every home and poet heart . Eternal Hestia fed by trees and peat and coal and wires still commanding gentle our rapt gaze our offering of attention scraps of paper unencumbered silence : simple praise .