Free verse № 19995
Kindling
The fire spits and hisses
on this autumn eve
and there's a hollow roar behind
that pulls the spent flame's breath
out into the night. Exhausted,
the carpenter sits beside me
feeding his scraps to the stove
and the damp of my back
begs me to turn and toast it.
The taut of my face
too long toward the heat
rounds, to find him loose and smiling.
The fire does this to us, he says.
His leg is not a soft pillow
but the tenderness I feel
when he strokes my hair
is more comfortable than any down
and warms me through.
Let the cold drizzle.
We have built fire inside tonight
and piled it for a slow burn.
17 comments
spent--echoes 'exausted' in meaning. good vowel repeat. i'm a sucker for sonorous soundings, p&k. yes?
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