A lack of oil means
lack of flame.
A lack of flame means
lack of spark.
A lack of spark means
lack of touch.
Winter is hiding behind
our bedroom door,
her cold draft seeping into
your fingers and toes.
And I can feel you
folding inward,
like a card table,
a box-top,
tucking your heart
away from me
until spring
lack of flame.
A lack of flame means
lack of spark.
A lack of spark means
lack of touch.
Winter is hiding behind
our bedroom door,
her cold draft seeping into
your fingers and toes.
And I can feel you
folding inward,
like a card table,
a box-top,
tucking your heart
away from me
until spring
This piece is for Magpie 34.
18 comments:
Inevitable ~ this winter we are inching closer and closer to ~ the trick? To embrace it I think. Lovely Magpie.
Ihate winter, but love the imagery and flow.
Beautifully written...I know how you hate the retreat of summer!
The box top is a great simile. Nicely written - it seems to me that the first part of the poem explains the second, why he would withdraw in winter and reemerge in spring.
wonderful imagery.
nice magpie.
I can't believe winter is on it's way already. It seems like just yesterday I was posting photos of ice on our boat. I need to make a conscious effort to enjoy the fall, rather than dread the winter, but its hard.
You put it beautifully.
I am starting to miss her too. Excellent magging!
That is a beautiful poem Melinda, there is a melancholy feel to it that I really like.
This "lack" can be read on so many levels. Nice.
This was so beautifully written. I loved the sound and feel of it.
Mine is up.
PG
Oh, I can feel the chill...this is a lovely piece of imagery.
I am not a lover of winter. Can't believe it's almost here.
I love the box top folding in...great description. Very nice magpie :) I am so not looking forward to winter!!
Well dere Melinda, me dearo, being from the great white north, I know a thing or two about winter. Some days so danged cold, ya couldn't slide an American Express card between yer butt cheeks. But, I digress. Awesome wee piece here. I love the flow. Well done.
cool style.
I love your writing. Have I ever told you that before? The image of Winter being a lover's mistress and stealing him until spring is just so powerful. Like Hades holding Persephone prisoner.
Wonderful Magpie here..
So true and a little sad maybe..
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