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.


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.


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.


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Julia Dean-Richards

Julia is a writer and performer living in the Shropshire hills. Her writing is a product and expression of the love she has found whilst journeying through the most difficult times of her life.

17 thoughts on “Fire”

  1. 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.”

    1. 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

  2. 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
    – that has daily observations that I started via folks on your side of the pond:

    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.

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