Curled in the corner
Of that opened room
As sparks like fireflies
Zig-Zag and Zoom
Logs aglow with redness
Soft velvet covers dress
Match the internal walls
Crackles late nite call
Can fill to fill complete
And fill the entire sheet
The meltdown so intense
As words and mind invent...
And you thought the fire place
could show such flame in taste....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow Geoff, this is lovely! Certainly a poem for revisiting on a winter's eve to keep us warm... Nice to see you writing again. HG: -) xx