cabin fever

It was irreverant and odd

the way we burned our mountain

in a stove fire and prayed

the loggers off our land

We took only enough wood

to keep the home fires burning

but even that was a complication

There was a threatening red living

in the core of our family

unsponsored rages against the harsh

needle points of snow

Some years the hollow

splashed the sensual lust of alcohol

there was no place to go

no excitement at all

locked into icy, narrowed roads

It was only in summer

and the birth of many newborns

that we were finally able

to mock the cold

Reviews

[Amanda Lee/ Isolated Dr..]

Your poetry reaches me in a way that is often hard to come by
Your professionalism is something to be admired and to aspire for

[Greg the Bard]

I hate metaphors for metaphors sake. However you use them withj great flow and freedom. I find I read them without seeing them at times. Great write.

[W.k.kortas]

It's like Robert Penn Warren or (more likely) Larry Brown boiled down the essence, and that is keeping some pretty fair company.

[SkinlessFrank]

the way i feel each time I fell a maple for the wood stove....guilty and glad to the Spring

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

There are always positives to be taken away from negative circumstances. a wonderful poem with a great lesson.

[Robin]

those locks for which we seek the keys ...

[Ken Simm.]

Superb metaphors for so much. I too understand cabin fever.

[Ed Hart]

mocking in any season is an invitation to empty tomorrows, but i do dearly know 'cabin fever', and empty tomorrows

[Emily B]

your voice is golden