A Patchwork of Ashes
Not unlike a patchwork of ashes
there were of course the odd snatches
of light and cool flame, left smoldering ..
Yet embered with a broadening smile
much like a rainbow, but with
the heat of a comet embroidered ..
Far too wild to tame ..
And whilst mirrors are no longer
kind to him, she still
occasionally says that he is beautiful ..
Of course, her love for artist fingers
and for his tongue are but a tribute
and a testimony to years of longing
But yes, still far too wild to tame ..
And rather like refracted light
what you see is not straight forward ..
Nor even, maybe what you get ..
In the end tho’ tis bent and angled
prismed even ..
like the mirrored reflection of a life ..
And then of course, not blameless ..
Indeed like love, once started
they should not stop but for a moment
at least until both ends are quenched ..
Like light itself, he could not grasp it
and so regardless, when extinguished
She eventually, just had to let the bugga go …
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This read with its unique ending left me with a smile despite its artful presentation of fading love-life....... you have such a way with spacing and spicing your beguiling tales my dear friend. - the title alone deserves top marks for poetic inventiveness....................x
never has spacing been so important dear Fay ... social distancing n all that jazz is gonna save lives, of that.. I have no doubt ... gives us all summat to write home about too dunnit .....
Oh' n thank you for those lovely words of yours that almost always make me smile ..... x
You cant always see what you get and you dont always get what you want .... but to misquote the rolling stones ... if you try sometimes you just might get something or other...
But often, the best is something which once was.... can be seen occasionally... and once in a while stops by for..... muffins
a bullet automatically sprung to mind ... that Stones number is one of my all time favourites by the way .. and there's a whole lotta truth in what both they and your good self have said ...
don't ya just prefer the good old English scones jam n clotted cream to them muffin things ..
Cheers DA
Neville
Yes, I put on 3lbs thinking about them.
Aww, I was gonna meet her. But if she is far too wild for him to tame (him in the poem), what chance have I got?! lol.
you really must stop putting yourself down, there are plenty of hit men who would be more than happy to relieve ya of that responsibility .. all in a responsible and socially distanced manner of course ... but hey... showing an interest will cost you nothing Orchidee .. I'll pm you her cell phone number ... 🙂
But will Fido let me meet her? lol.
Excellent writing! Of course there’s
Always Hope!
From the flicker of ashes love did burn
Smoldering ever so quietly in place
She gazed at his smile and he in return
Spied something new written on her face
His heart started Beating he felt the rush
His soul didn’t quite understand the feel
A burning ember inside made him blush
Trickling throughout Him with zest and zeal
In his eyes She could see the fire within
and she knew she must ignite the passion
Puckering her lips she walked closer to him
Kissed him gently, softly ,in sweet fashion
Though once extinguished the flickers remained
From the ashes, Smoldering love Can flame
.. I am yet again more than truly honoured by your carefully crafted response to my latest scribble ..
.. Thank you dear Romantic Bloom
.. I remain your most humble scribe,
.. Neville x
Like a wild fire leaving behind fields of ash, she burned through his heart and then as her nature required kept moving on to drier fields.;
When all that's left are embers
of sweet moments fondly remembered
the ashes keep him warm
throughout the raging storm
as love becomes his reason to condemn her.
Once a love is gone, we cling to memories until we find a way to cope and then find a new love. Maybe that's why it's called a bed of ashes. Then again some folks are just not meant to be together .i.e. the wild filly and the church mouse. - Phil A.
Now there's a story within a story .. the wild filly and the church mouse ... just watch this space ..
... Cheers and fondly Phil ..
Beautiful emotive words Neville.
Andy
thank you Andy ... much appreciated and true ...
liked the form, alternating the two voices added another layer to both perspective's,
brilliant imagery, relatability and a captivating title!
.. I am probably more grateful than anyone might imagine ... thank you L.B and truly ..
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