Fire

All that sunlight
trapped here. A hundred years
of sleep in a green tower –
sunlight gathered, woven
into something solid,
light that murmured,
light that swayed,
light that knew the taste of soil
and the sound of birdsong
and the dark –

and we have woken it –
warmth spilling out,
golden and dancing
goddess again.

A quadrille for Ms Jade Li at dVerse. Our word is “warm” – perfect prompt for this time of year!

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No mail – no post –

No words.
No rhymes, no poeming tonight,
just this blank space,
this white page,
stretching endlessly –

no trail of letters, staggering home,
no tears. No whispering
at the back, no shouting out,
no speeches.

Find me a space here,
tucked into the silence.

For dVerse, where we are saying “no” in No-vember.