by Gracy Judith   Aug 21, 2020

sweltering summer—
the day morphs into
a hearth of embers
old bones ignite
where have the fairies of comfort gone?
twilight bleeds crimson
and the night is burnt to ashes
the sooty moon lingers
beneath a shroud of sombre clouds
my fractured pen rises from the rubble
as I rummage through the pockets
of my mind to conjure words.
You see, there’s a dead poem
I need to bring to life
and revive its heart...
without flames.

©Gracy Judith


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  • 2 months ago

    by Meena Krish

    There's so much yearning in this write with feelings of hope...and I hope this love revives..nicely penned, take care ~

  • 2 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    I think as it was posted last week, the site won't allow the nomination as it's now a new judging week. Anyway, that doesn't detract from the piece

  • 2 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    I'LL nominate this piece later when my votes are 'recharged'. Wonderful, descriptive work.

    • 2 months ago

      by Gracy Judith

      Glad you liked this piece Ben. Thank you for your feedback...means a lot.

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