A Still Life of a Winter’s Night
The fireplace is lit, its flame
dancing with the surface
of the window. A candle
stiff and still on the table,
with the last heel from a loaf,
dried onions and cheese
with a sip of sweet wine.
No need to whisper that
the cupboard is bare, or
that the empty knocking is
not the beat of ones heart.
©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter. for Twiglets #264 “Empty Fridge”. Image: Still Life with Drawing Board, Pipe, Onions and Sealing-Wax, by Vincent van Gogh, Date: 1889; Arles, Bouches-du-Rhône, France. Public Domain.
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10 responses to “Twiglet #264”
The title captures the poem; the poem captures the night; the night captures my heart1
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Aaah. Thank you. And good morning to you and Mrs H.
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A very good morning to you and Mr M.
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So beautiful. I love the heel of bread. And that last stanza is heart breaking.
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Yes, and for a lot of people it’s true. 😕
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No better visual for the empty fridge concept, Misky, and THANK YOU for including the flames we can’t see reflected in the window. Brilliant.
Have a bliss-filled day, Sister.
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Thank you 🥰
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You’ve painted this perfectly with words. Love the flow in this one.
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Thank you, K!
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You’re very welcome. 😀
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