celebrating and creating our own LGBT history

day eighteen

Splintered Kindling

 

Dark oak, gothic; furniture that has been mine for years.

She’ll bump into it, bruise, curse me. I know.

Taking the small axe from the wood pile I bring it into the house of me

And set about rendering the thing to splintered kindling.

We burn it now in our fire

And the smoke curls out from our nostrils and mouths

Steaming and hissing.

Old ghosts expelled,

Clinging curling clouds

Vapour disappearing into the clean blue air.

 

Nicky Mitchell

 

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Comments on: "day eighteen" (2)

  1. transformational beautiful piece

  2. transmutation in the fires of change? really alive!

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