...OF LOW FIRE

[b4sunset]

she walks along the shoreline
arm in arm with the fingers of a husky day
blackening the mantle of near night
from a display of gulls ready to drink
the broth of bowls from fishermen,
fishermen straddling among village women
in worn-out shawls rummaged from a fair …
and something inside her grows like
a pulp of sighs heaving hot then cold : even
the dandelions orange pivoting
around her feet cannot move her,
touch her and fondle the eyes that gaze out
far into a horizon where only sages or saints
sit like shamans beholding a streak of light…
perhaps, no one understands her own burial,
deepening in eyes entombed by wounds
of raven scratches: and she listens to breaths
aching from one sea ,which gives her back
every pinch of fading hush--- beautiful
and perhaps alone--- the way she vanishes
on the fishnet of low fire

(c)


~ n~

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[rrw]

I'm totally fascinated by the piece... still steadying it a bit to understand exactly what's going on, who the character being described is... However, the metaphors, descriptions are exceptional... giving off a sense of loss and emptiness in this character... who watches the world of humans and beasts from a distance.... nice work.

[jbstillwater]

OK Nen, this might be your best ever! One of these days, I want to sit next to you on our own beach and exchange thoughts. The rise and fall on this one, the woman, her own ghosts, and always the setting sun...life

[rustybroadspear]

Terrific ...................................

[purplespirit]

This poem is beyond words Nenette. So magic and mystic, dream and fact, imagery and reality and as always your so outstanding way of expression. It makes me feel cold and hot while , so strongly it is catching my inside. Thanks my friend. With my admiration, Ulla xx

[michaelgallatin]

A poem I found interesting and sad. I sensed pain and loneliness. She seems surrounded by a time-honored, hardworking but not unpleasant way of life but she is cold, hurting and alone. Very moving!

Take care,
Mike

[johan]

Always a pleasure to read you Nenette, glad to see you posting, your poem an absolute joy to read, mean that!

Johan