Treasure Island

Scarlett Treat

(1941 / Jug Fork, Mississippi)

Fire And Ice


The fire hissed and crackled,
Promising a warmth I could not feel,
Even in my frozen state.

The cheery yellow and red glow
Gave out a vow of heat,
Yet my body shivered,

For it was not my physical body,
Nor yet my poor aching heart
That felt the lack of fire,

But my lonely heart,
My battered, broken soul,
Betrayed by your leave-taking,

Which cried out
In its desolate, icy estate,
Which felt the cold of emptiness.

So I sit here by an empty fire,
Collapsed in on myself,
Lonely, despairing, cold.

Scarlett Treat
June 25,2008

Submitted: Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Edited: Thursday, August 07, 2008

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