Prey
You, the fire, intent on burning it all
with the heat of a blue-white flame
aimed at my kindling heart
There is no comfort for me here
Where love was sought
I found wolves at the door
You, the fire, intent on burning it all
with the heat of a blue-white flame
aimed at my kindling heart
There is no comfort for me here
Where love was sought
I found wolves at the door
Yes. It is so strong and direct.
Beautiful poem and image
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Mike McPeek
Fri 26th Feb 2021 17:13
Thanks Stephen and YRP! I wasn't sure about the last stanza, as the "wolves at the door" phrase is a bit of a cliché metaphor. I tried several variations, but kept coming back the original. Just seemed to work best.
Best
Mike