She set her glass
On the mantelpiece
And fixed her eyes on the flame.
The courage of the coal
As it flicked and sniggered.
The madness of its desperation
She percieved as genius.
But something was not right.
She gulped her wine
Too enthustiastically
Forced the cigarette
Into submission.
She had to walk away.
The heat was just too much.
The heat reminded her of comfort.
well scripted ending, Kealan.... On first reading, it didn't really hit me but it has there.. Wow.. Keep em coming man.. A
Philipos
Thu 28th Jul 2011 17:13
'Heat reminding her of comfort' and 'Forcing the cigarette into submission' my fav bits.
<Deleted User> (8730)
Wed 27th Jul 2011 14:01
Lovely ending, life is never easy. I just met someone whose grandson died of meningitis....
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Cynthia Buell Thomas
Tue 2nd Aug 2011 11:08
Really good poem, full of quotable expressions like 'the courage of the coal' - that whole stanza is outstanding. You do have the gift that shines always, and becomes brilliant when polished.