Witch's fingers, arthritic and cold
Skin no longer peeling of leprosy
Evolving into papyrusy
He arranges them in a bon swirl
Haystacks nearby, and waiting for Shabbos
Gathering fallen fronds and dried flowers
Getting a box of matches from his pocket
Flannel warm and his head of human hair
Sticks don't tremble, sleeping, the warmth grows
Roasting vegan hotdogs for relish, mustard, and onions
Poem about a campfire?
Loved "papyrusy"!
And overall, I liked your language and cadence in this one.
What seems to be lacking here is a good ending. I was waiting for a surprise (other than a vegan hotdog), or a solid punch.
You need to work on punctuation. You use capitalizations and commas, but nothing else. Curious...
Another good start!
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