Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Tuesday Poem: "A Moment of Ignition"



The ash is streaked
upon your proud cheekbone.
Your hair is piled up,
dark and winged
like a nesting swan,
but a rogue strand
catches in the corner of your mouth
as you bend to add a log
to the blazing trunks.
You embody that pioneer spirit often hidden
from the history books,
fearless yet feminine,
and this rich distillate
ignites the torch which illuminates 
my love for you.

2 comments:

  1. It reads like a painting Andrew.

    'Your hair is piled up,
    dark and winged
    like a nesting swan'...lovely lines.

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