CVII - Sparks from the fireside

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Sparks from the fireside

She’s a capricious mistress, fire:
Hypnotic, compelling, warming.
Dances brightly with hot desire,
Then bites you without warning.

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They fought the fight, a dirty fight,
Sweaty, sooty, disheartened but unbowed
Until exhaustion finally smothers them
Like a warm but, Oh so heavy, shroud.

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The first light of a cool, new day
Dappled sunlight plays upon the wall
Outside the birds have their say
A sense of normality to it all.
But the world is not as it seems
Just cinders, brick and twisted tin.
The sky is blue but there are no greens;
Just hollow laughing of the wind.

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“God smiled on me” the lady said,
Her house survived the fire.
I wonder what her neighbours did
To attract such heartless ire?

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© J Cosmo Newbery
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