EMPTY FIRE PLACE

 

 

 

 

 

EMPTY FIRE PLACE

 

The fire within the grate….

Crackling and spitting like an old witch

I bend with each exploding log

Wood splinters piercing flesh

Emptiness cuts into everyday 

 

 

Books scattered with curled ends

Cobwebs stretching corners

Coffee cups cold on news days old

Cats curl on crinkled quilts

Stretch limbs too tired to

Chase cheeky birds and lazy lizards

 

 

 

I step barefooted on to the cold porch

See the last swan head south

The north star who was dreaming when

Dawn's left hand was in the sky keeps

 Watch with me

The ringing of the phone cuts

The night with a knife

I go inside and shiver

As the fire goes out ~

 

 

 

~ Helena ~

 

 

 

Written for Keeping the Dream Alive Contest

Phrase: "When dawn's left hand was in the sky"

 

 

 

Reviews

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

I loved this part best. It sounds like the coldness I feel each day. I freeze when others are hot.


The fire within the grate�.

Crackling and spitting like an old witch

I bend with each exploding log

Wood splinters piercing flesh

Emptiness cuts into everyday

[Helena]

THANK YOU FOR READING MY WORDS! ~ Helena

[Tony Hwilka]

I like the way you brought the image from the fire place to the birds, sky etc. GOOD WRITING.

[TwilightOknight]

beautiful dear, i hope one day your book comes out. love ~ Derrick

[darkgurl]

A very powerful write here and well written, I know about them cold porches. Well done..

[angelina neves]

Uau! Very powerful and i can feel the cold! beautiful images!

[Tovli]

loved the ending. what a strong story inside a poem and the use of simile was excellent! tovli

[huma]

There is always at least a whisper of ember left burning...
just look at the fireflies.

I don't see "loneliness" I see longing. Very Beautiful

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You've used powerful imagery to set the cold, harsh and lonely atmosphere of emotions. Thank you for sharing.