RED HOT COALS

RED HOT COALS

A Poem by Betty Hermelee
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lost love, mixed memories

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THE RED-HOT COALS

 

What rattled my core

To roll with the foamy waves

Across a vast ocean

Fright and ghostly beneath

 

Is it the rift which sliced us apart?

My precedent lover and I

Our affinity decayed

Into a charcoal black crevasse

 

Twice I was chuffed home

On a ship of poor souls

Against my will

Alone in a place

Shrouded with dust and mold

Indeed, a potent wind

Could not squander it away

Merely the pot belly stove

Touched a bright spot on my spirit

 

I read again the old yellowed

Letters from him

As my eyes welled with shreds of tears

I shan’t safeguard them

Or my mixed memories

Shall blight me.

 

I glanced out of the cob-webbed window

Therein was a Robin Red Breast

He was pecking away

Then he looked up at me and chirped

I could sense a smile on my face.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2022 Betty Hermelee


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You sure do like that color don't you? Black. Black daggers and now we're falling into a black crevasse. I love that second stanza! Decayed affinity. Then you ever so gently lift the blackness to reveal that little bit of a smile. You knocked me down and picked me up. Just what a poem should do.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Betty Hermelee

2 Years Ago

Great review W... really appreciate...
Best, B



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Oh wowser! This is beautifully written. I love it from start to finish. ~Sharon

Posted 2 Years Ago


Betty Hermelee

2 Years Ago

Thank you dear Sharon, a "wow" review
Best, B
when a relationship ends everything looks different....the color is gone from life.
I love the word "shan't" which reminded me of one of my favorite films..."the uninvited" from 1944...and Gail Russell saying that to Ray Milland....
and then came the bird, and the smile...they do make us smile don't they?
at the times we are feeling the worst.
I sure do understand the feeling from this one.
j.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Betty Hermelee

2 Years Ago

Thank you J for a thoughtful review!
Best, B
You sure do like that color don't you? Black. Black daggers and now we're falling into a black crevasse. I love that second stanza! Decayed affinity. Then you ever so gently lift the blackness to reveal that little bit of a smile. You knocked me down and picked me up. Just what a poem should do.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Betty Hermelee

2 Years Ago

Great review W... really appreciate...
Best, B
I really enjoyed this poem "charcoal black crevasse" and many other phrases used in this poem give me a clear picture of things through their beauty. Thank you for sharing, this may be my new favourite of your poems.

Thanks for sharing!
R.J

Posted 2 Years Ago


Betty Hermelee

2 Years Ago

I am very flattered by your comments!!! Thank you so much; I will try again to read yours!!!
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Betty Hermelee
Betty Hermelee

Black Mountain, NC



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My love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..

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