Light flickeringA Poem by emmajoygreenfor Vol's Group, prompt to do with fire, ash, etc.Sunday early morning yawning time late to slide from crumpled bed to kneel not in prayer but - to feel the lingering warmth of ash now grey, once gorgeous gay, in a ripe bright light flickering in the grate Ash, the aftermath of heated holiness silent with past flits an' spits of sparkling bark, blazing beneath a dark smoky scented stain of old kettle settled on metal plate, heating drips from old tap set by ma's finger tips Now'days radiators stand looking lonely, heat silent, nowt to noise, nowt to glow, only plugs' powered sans theatrics playing their roles by offering heat to those with money-low hope as shadows dance walls stained by smoke
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Added on October 20, 2024Last Updated on October 20, 2024 AuthoremmajoygreenDorchester, Dorset, United KingdomAboutGhibran, ' To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.' Am more a short story writer than poet. Inspiration welcome. A keen gardener. Love theatre, cinema, the.. more..Writing
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