where is the need to rake the fire?
the flames never wither
the embers lay long illuminated
the heart burns upon the hearth
days go drifting
I am a relic of the melancholy that burns
a catatonic body
of sad things buried
you see, I am no place of worship
the church bells chime at a distance
A beautifully written piece that has a melancholy theme but also an inner strength seeps through. For it takes strength to stand up and accept and be at peace what cannot be changed. Well done. Milly x
You have a great awareness in your writing. I've said it before but the word choice is immaculate once more. I find your writing style very methodical whilst free to breathe at the same time. You definitely have a style, and it's apparent after only reading a few poems from you.