A Patchwork of Ashes

A Patchwork of Ashes

 

Not unlike a patchwork of ashes

there were of course the odd snatches

of light and cool flame, left smouldering 

 

Yet embered with a broadening smile

much like a rainbow, but with

the heat of a comet embroidered ..

 

Far too wild to tame ..

 

And whilst mirrors are no longer

kind to him, she still

occasionally says that he is beautiful 

 

Of course, a love for artist fingers

and for his tongue are but a tribute

and testimony to years of her longing ..

 

But yes, still far too wild to tame ..

 

And rather like refracted light

what you see is not straight forward ..

Nor even, maybe what you get ..

 

In the end tho’ tis bent and angled

prismed even ..

like the mirrored reflection of a life ..

 

And then of course, not blameless ..  

 

Indeed like love, once started

they should not stop but for a moment

at least until both ends are quenched ..

 

Like light itself, he could not grasp it

and so regardless, when extinguished

She eventually, just had to let the bugga go …

 

 

 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I missed this poem, Jacob's comments led me to these beautiful lines. The fire appears to be fading here, the cooling and dying of love. There is a sadness throughout, yet the words are carefully crafted as all your writes are Neville. The final stanza says it all.

Chris

[Neville]

I am glad you did not miss it Chris .. I pulled this out of a box of scribbles my daughter kinda thoughtfully brought me in bed .. I am only able to wander around my room and not allowed near the computer .. I have a handful of these old uns that just need tweaking .. am also glad of course you look upon it so favourably

Neville

[Chris Shaw]

The fire metaphor works very well here with all its stages of heat and burn. Hope you work on those other scribbles.

[Neville]

................ no working for me today Chris ... I might put something hot off the press up from one I made earlier ... additional comment warmly welcomed :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I have been let go, and have let go...sometimes I wish I were just really simple...
but years of loves and loves lost...complicates the insides...
too much hidden in the expanse of memories...and it affects.
j.

[Neville]

Your words here are filled with sadness .. and lots of other things besides .. so sad they could very easily become a poem, in their own write

I wonder if it would help anyone who feels so sad to know that they are not alone .. maybe not .. not in the first instance anyway ...

as a clinician tho' it helps me to point a finger in the right direction ...

thank you for visiting this page jacob...

N.