Poem – The Hearth

Beside the hearth be still

The poet, quiet, whereupon

Wrote, re-wrote, read out aloud

Verse, re-told for only one

The inglenook, the fireplace

Spoke of warmth, desire, sought

Knelt beside, tender, near

In evening, dimly-lit, he thought

Tranquillity, await

Intensity, subdued

Supple, felt upon the shoulder

No longer be life’s perdu

Her flowing locks, her pursed lips

My life, before me, flashes

Interlocking fingers, hips

What’s lost in fire, found in ashes

Internal flame, soul-mate found

Me in yours, you in mine

One plus one equals one

Mathematically entwined

Ought not desire or turn to look

Watch story told only poet can

Eyes twinkling, moonlit flicker

Open book, chapter began

Bequeathing her soul unto one

Bequeathing her soul unto me

The fire-stone, the crimson rod

Standing nearby, never seen

Hush, the whisper shouts in vein…

It’s my turn now, avoid refrain.

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