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.