Poem - On Cold Ash

[kokopelle]

The poem “On Cold Ash” was originally going to be an upbeat piece about the joy found in the company of others. It turned into a darker affair about love lost and the inability to find replacing joy.


On Cold Ash

Sparks are sought to fill the dark
reminders of what I once had
that fire once burning in my heart
fed by another who has gone
the dusk beset upon the earth
the blackness pressed on all sides
as my eyes search outward
bending low to strike the flint

visual echoes betray my need
taunting hunger felt within
still I follow where they lead
lest I forget joy's memories
chasing wisps that shine bright
down the paths that deceive
only to circle round again
where outcomes betray my needs

supple bodies with one intent
to remove the space in between
searching for what's been dead
yet still striving to combine
where's there smoke there must be fire
this is the lie of lovers' tryst
sadly shown as a falsehood
when the dawn hides from my sight

illumination once embraced
love’s bounty took for granted
now lost to sight beyond the murk
in the depths behind the veil
no true glint is revealed
verity found in falsehood
even as I strike the flint
created sparks on cold ash.

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