Marking our winters together,
first up in the morning checks the embers,
so any vital signs might be rekindled.
.
Failing that, I journey out to fetch the coal,
perhaps a well seasoned cherry log, our treat,
odour – vermillion. Slipper shod round to the shed,
contemplating cold patterned leavings in the snow.
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I consider the teeth clenched path; you warm in tangled bed,
then, lamenting the lazy left last time bucket,
slide down to empty tinker crunch ash,
playing the ice orchestra and wishing above all for wellies.
.
Darling, the clinker hill reaches the sky,
in far off spring we will push it down
to the ditch below the snow line,
between where we live and the cows.
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Swinging up to the house to scrunch last week’s news,
I lay morning sticks crackling from an orange string bag,
then sparingly, the coal, but leave room for breath.
Striking a match I turn on the life support, a tender touch paper,
sharing the conviction that our winter child will thrive.
Fabulous. I really like this. I can see it in my head.
good. Is it snowing there? I don’t mean in your head 🙂
Yep. couple of inches. It’s snowing outside too.
BTW I reblogged this. I don’t do that much, but this is so good I had to.
Has my email arrived yet?
Just tried that. Lemme know what happens. If anything.
Incidentally if there really is a winter child, congratulations
🙂
Got it now, hurrah. The fire is our winter child 🙂
I thought it was probably a metaphor, but just wanted to check.
I got your email in response, ahven’t had time to read it yet. Thanks
or maybe the relationship
Neat either way. I liked it
Reblogged this on nobodysreadingme and commented:
I really like this. Dunno why, but I do.
I must do mustn’t I? Not often you see a reblog on here
Appreciate the reblog, Duncan. The fire is going nicely this morning.
Can you come and start one for me? I’m bloody perishing
With thanks to the link from nobodysreadingme…
I’ve read more poets in the last two years web browsing than I ever did in or out of school or college.
Almost reminds me of that tune called ‘Our House’ at least I think so…
“Our house is a very, very fine house..”.the last line I think is ..”.I’ll light the fire while you place the flowers in the vase that you bought today.”
Grateful for the reblog. I’m glad you are enjoying poetry. I think it has become much more accessible since blogs appeared. There is such a range out there – something for everyone, and the writing is bound to keep getting better as we all learn from each other. Come back soon x
If you are ever in need of a prompt…you might enjoy my friends’ site on Friday here is an example:
http://margoroby.wordpress.com/2013/01/18/friday-freeforall-a-free-day-weekend/
Cheers.
Thank you, it’s a really interesting blog 🙂
I’ve really enjoyed the Sunday Whirl.
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/
Through those interesting word lists I’ve created a continuing story verse that is now 41 pieces strong. They can be found all together here:
http://julesstorypageswhirl.wordpress.com/
The story got so involved that I had to create it’s own blog. 🙂
Wow. Thanks for being the first person to follow my story pages for the Whirl blog. Take your time and read through the page that explains it all.
Most folks follow my short verse site
http://julesgemstonepages.wordpress.com/
– that has daily observations that I started via folks on your side of the pond: http://www.writingourwayhome.com/
Congratulations on your own publications and adventures in story telling. I haven’t gotten that far yet – being called a professional. While published a few hard copy places, and only blogging for about two years.
I find it confusing to follow everyone I like, but I do have your site book-marked so I can visit you again, and again. Thanks again. And continued success in all you do.