Watch the Fire Die

 

And solemnly, we watched the fire die.

It settled in the memory,

Glowed dark,

And silent, we have watched the fire die.

 

Grey coals aged black, nestled

Like a host of ancient eggs, nest

Of children who never hatched.

And softly, we watched their homely fire die.

 

Stoke the last of them. Bring out that last

And shortest-lasting heat

Which lonely glows itself into its heart.

Then saintly, in solace, please watch the fire die.

 

Scrape rough the last. Drag out the night’s long last:

And settling all, we have watched the fire die.

 

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2 thoughts on “Watch the Fire Die

    • Thanks – actually watching the coals die down does conjure all sorts of imagery. I think at a very human level we all do find fires mysterious and hypnotic.

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