It's Still Life

An Old Small Song

There’s smoke
from the dying fire in her eyes,

it bites deep at her heart,
and she sings an old small song.

Laughs. Then cries.
Old flames never die, she says,

and then nods-off into her past years 
as the inglenook’s fire
goes cold.

dVerse quadrille #118 “inglenook”. 44-words, sans title.    © Misky 2020 Photo by Stéphane Juban on Unsplash