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Do you remember

the old-fashioned coal scuttle

it's filled heaviness that made it so hard

to shake the right amount of cobs

into the fire grate

( some hissed if damp)

and the long iron pokers that went with it

that had to be retrieved from the eventual flames 

before the handle got too hot

and do you remember the times you screamed OUCH!

when forgetting to wrap a cloth around it first?


Now I just turn a wall dial and sit back; not even a single grain of coal dust

floats on the air. No regrets for those.


Yet some for the cosiness of the darkened room

whose walls were dance floors for tiger stripes

and their flickering shadow partners.

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Jemima Jones

Sat 20th Jan 2018 20:36

Rose, according to the quality of your work you have no need to be do you? If your answer is yes, you will make my day! haha. Thank you.Jemima.

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Rose Casserley

Fri 19th Jan 2018 15:11

the better you get Jems the more I get jealous! 😈

This one will take some beating for sure.

Rose 💋

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Jemima Jones

Fri 19th Jan 2018 10:27

you have me lost on the word 'bazzer' Stefan but not lost on my appreciation for the lovely interesting comment along with those other kindly ones of Leon, Martin, and Pat accompanied by the like of Manisha. Thank you. Jemima.

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Martin Elder

Thu 18th Jan 2018 20:40

There are certainly some memories for me in this one Jemima. I can recall my grandmother and parents and indeed myself some years ago starting fires with home made paper bricks and a sheet of newspaper against the fire to draw the draught and get the fire ignited.
wonderful poem

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Thu 18th Jan 2018 20:23

don't think I can top Pat and Stef's comments but they are spot on! off to google the meaning of BAZZER

excellent Jems.Later

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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Thu 18th Jan 2018 16:42

su-blummin-perb Jems! what we call in our neck of the woods a BAZZER! those last three lines take's me (SW) back to the cosy front room of our old house

when dads brilliant method fire making skills using a sheet of newspaper and propped up shovel would get the fire roaring in no time
and when the lights were turned out it was exactly as you so beautifully and ever so poetically describe it.

The whole package here goes together like peaches and cream.

P&S xx

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