Head Still # 1

The 13 words in bold were to be used in a poem. I enjoyed this challenge and sometimes think that I should edit it, but edit is a dirty word to me

Trees hang limp
from the cold winter wind
It's time for campfire
gatherings and sharing
a jug of something-something
Warming the cockels
like a rug heats
a cold frosty floor
Instead, we settle
for a chimney that smokes
eating Octopus
slathered with jam
No torch will shine
on the fringe of love here
Someone kicked the lever
on a heart that sports
a bruise almost like 
the constant strum
of a single stringed guitar
Tired and worn out
It is easier to surrender
and want no more
than what we already have 

Reviews

[A-Lovely-Anxiety]

Beautiful poem, I love the flow. Thanks for your review as well!