embers.

[Jerrybaldy]

Hush now darling, the fire is settling.
Is this the all night fire of Christmas eve?
Or the bonfire that burnt our legs with hot denim
Whilst potatoes blackened in silver foil?
Or the fire, maybe, that crackled beneath the moon
Whilst love was in the eyes
With hopeful glances?
From heat and spit
To peaceful burning embers.
Hush now darling, whilst the fire settles
And the labradours languish
As the old man sleeps.
The glow is a pulse of a life within.
Hush now.
The fire needs to settle
Before it dies.
Once its gone we can all move on.
Hush now baby
Shut the f uck up.

[Delta40]

I miss the art of meaningful expression. I like the slow receding style of this poem and how it aligns with a blazing fire to extinguishment. The slap of reality at the end is always a good touch Jerry.

[AuntShecky]

Talk about your killer punch lines! The closing words in this one remind me of a title of a recent best-selling book that pretends to be for children but really really is for their parents. Its title is "Go the f--- To Sleep," the expletive totally out there in black and white.

[Haunted]

As it goes out, it intensifies… nice little ironic twist. Auntie called it, it's a killer ending. Reading stuff like this makes me want to write again.