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Writer's pictureJes Derry

Cosy

Black lumps struck

ignition mode

small glow

yellow

it grows

hissing like a snake

as heat touches wood

sizzling

crackling

eating up twigs

long black stick

poke

poke

giving life to the glow


oxygen fed

tall wide

orange gold

flames

light up

the room

cupping and licking

large chunks of wood

freshly cut that morn


the hungry flames

their heat eats away

at the grain

brown to black

to ash

as the flames

now fed

ebb away

red glowing

balls of black

are all that remain.

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Alison Blevins
Alison Blevins
Apr 03, 2023

fiery words, wonderful

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John Dallison
John Dallison
Apr 01, 2023

😊 A fine, deeply thought out poem, Jess!

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