An exquisite log fire crackled in the inglenook;
marmalade orange flame
and epoch of memories lit the otherwise dark
and dreary living room—
I am intrigued,
for a poem begs to be read on his beckoning lips:
of woods, quiet wars and feral seas.
Photo credits: Fabian Perez, 1967 | Embrace series, Pinterest
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Posted for Quadrille #118 @ dVerse Poets Pub
All the right ingredients, poetry reading, crackling fire like marmalade. I was intrigued about “inglenook” so looked it up.
Thank you so much, Colleen 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Sanaa- this is beautiful and I especially love ‘feral seas’- perfect!
I like that, and I also like this:
SO sweet.
-David
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Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
That’s just what I need this cold December evening, Sanaa, ‘marmalade orange flame / and epoch of memories’, and a poem begging to be read.
Thank you so much, my dearest Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I love the feral seas… sounds like a place where you want to end up riding the waves.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
You’ve fired up (sorry) my imagination to learn more of your romantic hero for whom: ‘ a poem begs to be read on his beckoning lips:/of woods, quiet wars and feral seas.’ And you’ve used enjambment so dramatically in ‘ lit the otherwise dark/and dreary living room—’ I love how this can be read two ways. Beautifully written.
Awww gosh! Thank you so much, Ingrid 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
The image and words accompanying it are beautiful …..
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Sanaa, Sanaa, Sanaa, you great poetess, you never fail to make me feel so utterly like a puddle as you write this warmth that melts my icicle heart:
“marmalade orange flame”
This is lovely especially. I also quite loved these few lines:
“I am intrigued,
for a poem begs to be read on his beckoning lips:
of woods, quiet wars and feral seas.”
That desperation and hope, all in contrast to the serenity of warmth coalesced in winter by the fire. I can imagine the narrator curled up by that fire, reading their own poetry to the shadows. And in the flames that dance, they feel the quiet build, they feel the isolation a moment recalls when alone. Beautifully, beautifully penned.
Awwww gosh! Thank you so much, Lucy 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
“Beautifully penned” indeed. Your last line is killer good. I wonder though about “quiet wars” in our new age, both cold and quiet perhaps, computer battlefields. Your romantic soul has found the balance for the prompt; kudos.
Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I agree, that last line is intriguing. Who are they, and why are they there?
Thank you so much, Jane 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Oh, that penultimate line says it all, Sanaa. Well done.
Thank you so much, Ron 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Beautiful romantic quadrille
Much💗love
Thank you so much, Gillena 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
Much love …
Ahhh, beautiful. I think I’m in love. That last line is wondrous too!
Thank you so much, Beverly 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
This is lovely Sanaa. I absolutely loved the last line and “feral seas”
Beautiful ☺️💕
Thank you so much, Christine 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Burning orange marmalade fire and listening to his lips speak poetry what a winning combination. Sizzling!
Thank you so much, Lisa 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
The wordplay is beautiful in this, the “quiet wars and feral seas” is unexpected and endearing at the end. I feel like she just may make the first move… 🍷
Thank you so much, Tricia 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Quiet wars and ferrel seas. What a bold combination!
Thank you so much, Misky 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Perfection, Sanaa!
I love how the epoch memories stayed in the dark and dreary living room.