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Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Tuesday Poem: 'Winter Flames'

You stand
poised above the flames,
feeding them branches you have snapped
with quick fearless hands.
There are marshmallows,
sodden and silky in our mouths
between laughter and open-ended thoughts,
musings over
the uncompromising rotation of the earth
and the interplay between
predestination and free-will,
words strung like drying laundry
flapping above the flames.
The night air is sodden,
draping over our shoulders,
growing heavier as our talk increases.
We are intoxicated
by the licking flames;
the courage in our guts
coming from the depth of the evening.

- Leah McMenamin
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5 comments:

  1. Lovely, Leah. I particularly like the second stanza:

    There are marshmallows,
    sodden and silky in our mouths
    between laughter and open-ended thoughts,

    Such a great image and feel to this.

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  2. "words strung like drying laundry" is the line for me.:) Thanks for sharing, Leah.

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  3. There is something so quick and furtive about this, Leah - loved it. Like Michelle, the sodden, silky marshmallows between laughs really stood out for me. Beautiful poetry, as always! Thank you for posting, Leah :)

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  4. Such great observation here...bringing a sense of wonder to a a well loved activity. Marshmallows and fires...mmm...I too love the above mentioned lines and the below three...a reminder of the other side.
    'The night air is sodden,
    draping over our shoulders,
    growing heavier as our talk increases.'

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  5. Strong poem Leah - I really like the dryness of the fire and the sticks vs. the sodden night and the words somehow straddling the two .... powerful and thoughtful stuff.

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