The Fire Has Gone Out

Posted: June 26, 2015 in urban poems

Today Fireblossom wants us to write a poem of 60 words using some of the 23 ‘ultraconserved words’ that, in simple terms, are at the heart of 700 languages at http://withrealtoads.

The fire is black as night,
even the ashes give
nothing back. Embers
lie dead on cold ground.

We sit in quiet while
the spit and crackle
of bark is still alive
in our minds.

I want to hear anything,
but even mother’s voice
finds no resonance
in this dark silent air.

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Comments
  1. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) says:

    Sombre, perhaps, but beautiful too.

  2. Kerry O'Connor says:

    A very atmospheric description of the fire and the ashes. I was enthralled.

  3. Mama Zen says:

    Lovely, particularly that middle stanza.

  4. C.C. says:

    If even mother’s voice can find no resonance here, this is a place of sadness and void that you have depicted so evocatively.

  5. This scene is so somber.. yet there is a gentleness in that darkness. The comfort of silent company.

  6. gailatthefarm says:

    Dead serious and beautiful.

    Thanks for your visit and kind comment.

  7. Wow, sharp imagery. the astonishing darkness of ashes giving out and the silence penetrating the first noise, the last noise… this poem hovers over the room and swoops down. fantastic.

  8. Polly says:

    Oh…’even the ashes give / nothing back…’ – nice one.

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