Tuesday 31 October 2017

THE LAST FIRE

THE LAST FIRE

You gathered sticks
To bathe the night with fire,
You, in your element
Smiling watery eyes;
Happy sighs as you bent.
The next day your soul gathered
Over your cold body
To be buried under sticks and clay….



2 comments:

  1. Hi Helen - love your blog and will enjoy reading the poems over the weekends - sorry havent been in touch lately will be in touch soon - please text me your email and home address as you know I keep forgetting it!
    Love Ange and Al xxx

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    1. I'll do just that! Thank you for the kind comment and for reading....xx

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