Embers & Star
What would you write with the following two words, 'Embers,' and 'Star'? Here's mine. I don't write poetry often enough these days and I was quite proud of it. I wrote this when I was still reeling from my divorce. I have a tendency to write melancholic poetry, but think I have managed to steer clear and hope I have instead captured the anger...
WRITING PRACTISE
5/4/20261 min read
Embers
The wood burned too easily like poured petrol.
It threw flames before you could even breathe.
There was nothing you could do, only tremble,
As life cut through your stability that you’d never leave.
Under the surface, the hostility that built
And the fire was hot, burning, intense.
You never knew how to hold the guilt,
Manacled, how you could ever recompense.
The truth, it would weave,
Your desires and your needs
In two very different patterns, with the error to mislead.
Two different tapestries, tangled, and uncleaved.
Praying that someone, something would intercede.
It’s not easy to seek a new start.
The kindle still heats and sparks
And you urge it. Kick it.
Something in you, something dark,
Says frenziedly, ‘have more of my life, take more.
There’s nothing more to give.
Have more of my life, take more.
For neither of us now live.’
In the light of dawn, among the ruins, rake the embers;
A banister to a flight of stairs that don’t carry you that far.
You see the bedroom, where it should have been, but it’s no more.
A charred sink stands out of the ruins, and an old necklace, a shooting star.
