Weekly Scribblings #46
Oh, dear... I really meant to write more of an upbeat holiday poem, but it took a different turn and wouldn't come back. Words do that. Still, the narrator is remembering happy times, so there is that.
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The shifting of the Yule log
breaks the silence of the room,
recalls me to the past,
the last Christmas spent with you.
I should have locked away,
spark and reignite emotions,
fan the flames within my heart.
Snowy walks together
hand in gloved clad hand,
we puffed frozen fire,
breath of the Ice Dragons.
Eyelashes frosted, noses numb,
we returned laughing to the house
to sit before this once warm hearth
to plan our bright New Year…
…which never came for you.
I sit alone before the embers now,
searching for remembrance in the coals,
until I fall into a restless slumber.
I wouldn’t trade that day for aught,
although my heart burns still
with grief so hot it never will
even by an Ice Dragon.
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