Hestia - Flame Of The Firewheel Poem by Steve Trimmer

Nigh the hearth, uxoriuos, I stand
Feeling heat redouble, by Her hand
Night fires burn, this Hibernal Esbat
Her strength at it`s zenith, empery sat

In dalliance, I cast into revery
Away from glib doyen hypocrisy
On Her firewheel, our love rekindles
Her loathe of Olympians, ne`er to dwindle

She sees my horns, doth She hest?
To foresake Her vow, for my love to test
On Esquine Fire, in cogent tone
I oblate myself, as Queen Bee`s drone

Hestia my love, our penchant for peace
We accursed, for Ares war won`t cease
In thy tresses of russet, sweet temptation
My heart burns, in conflagration

Dear Hestia, hearken me in thy bourne
When colloquial utterances leave me torn
I feel thy presence, when hearth fires reel
A remembrancer, Flame of The Firewheel