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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

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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.


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Stephen Gospage

Thu 25th Feb 2021 17:37

Yes. It is so strong and direct.

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Your Royal Poetess

Wed 24th Feb 2021 15:01

Beautiful poem and image

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