new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
char/red/chimneyThat soft halting moment closes the poem wonderfully. Following the words down as the smoke goes up is a pleasure.
I second Wooden Boy's observation on language...I also appreciate the image of the home as inferno where domestic violence caught in the dark brooding (endless) log chopping cycles. Very masterly.
Yes, yes--one must try one's best to keep the home fires burning, even if that means writing poems that eventually go up in smoke.Thanks for keeping a watch out for the plumes!