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Ritual
Ritual
It is a grey morning
I am awake early
The backdoor is open
And cool air enters the kitchen
My father is on his knees
Scrubbing a wire brush
On the fire grate
Newspapers on the floor
He takes a rag
And pours black lead
Onto the stiffened fibres
Then he smears it
Onto the scrubbed surfaces
He balls up the newspaper
And throws it on the hearth
...Saturday 30th May 2020 2:34 pm
Gathering Winter Fuel
Gathering Winter Fuel
Return to me and bring your loving flame,
despite your sparks my kindling rarely smokes.
Without you life will never be the same..
Between us lies a frozen lake of blame,
through which only a twig of passion pokes.
Return to me and bring your loving flame.
Unless we mend our ways the fates will claim
the pyre where our prid...
Sunday 10th February 2013 12:15 pm
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