A Bottled Blaze

“Behold, a bottled blaze 
surprisingly survives: 
alive without air, 
fed without fuel!” 

The merchant smiles slyly, 
curious customers crowd close,
the illicit illusion lingers. 

A profitable pursuit, 
this arcane trickery trade. 
A wizard’s generous gift 
at considerably low cost: 
a bauble to brag about! 

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Image credit: Alexas_Fotos

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This poem was inspired by dVerse’s quadrille prompt: blaze

A quadrille is a poem that is exactly 44 words long.